Hook Again

Hook: I was dreaming, Smee, of Pan. 
                 
Smee: Pan, Cap'n?
               
Hook: And in my dream,             
I was a magnanimous fellow...                
full of forgiveness.                  
I thanked Pan...                
for cutting off my hand...               
and for giving me
this fine hook...                 
for disembowelling
and ripping throats...                 
and other such homely uses...               
as combing my hair.
                
Smee: So, Pan did you a favour then, Cap'n?

Hook: A favour?                 
He threw my hand
to a crocodile.                 
The beast liked it so much,
it's followed me ever since,               
licking its lips
for the rest of me.                  
You call that a favour?
              
Smee: No. No. No. No.

Hook: Thank you.


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