That was rude, you *are*! Rabbit knows a thing or two and I myself, don't need a weathervane to tell which way the wind blows.

I can't know everything, pretend you're an orphan.

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

I'm afraid I have to expel a rather ferocious hairball. You're on your own, girl.

The uninformed must improve their deficit, or die.

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.