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"What language do you speak of?" The prince, George, asked the green man; or what they call him, "God". Emotions that were always piled to the side suddenly rushing over to be spilled. Threatening him. Everything that George kept inside was bursting, pouring. Dream breathes, "English, perhaps." "No," the other yelped, snapping, "you know what I mean, Dream. Just answer me." The man in green didn't budge. "Enlighten me, George. Tell me what's in your mind."