If your stature were an illness, it seems that the Centipede dispenses medicine to make you well.

Let your *need* guide you behavior. *Supress* your instinct to lead... Pursue Rabbit!

Is our situation not dismal? Wonderland is so discombobulated that lady bugs have turned belligerent and enlisted in the queen's army! Punish their conversion!

Meta-Essence is the life-force of Wonderland. That of your enemies is especially potent. Collect what you can. Use it wisely.

Here's a riddle: When is a croquet mallet like a billy club? I'll tell you: Whenever you want it to be!

To the royal guards of this realm, we are all victims in-waiting.

The Queen is dead and gone. Well, at least she's gone... for now. Long live Alice! Long live Wonderland.