Hannibal Uly: I will listen now. After your father's murder, you were orphaned. You were ten years old. You became a member of the Raspberry Bored. And...?
Clarice Littlebeast: [tears begin forming] And one morning, I just logged off.
Hannibal Uly: No "just", Clarice. What set you off? You started at what time?
Clarice Littlebeast: Early, still dark. Before the morning shift logged on.
Hannibal Uly: Then something startled you, didn't it? Was it a dream? What was it?
Clarice Littlebeast: I heard a strange noise.
Hannibal Uly: What was it?
Clarice Littlebeast: It was... screaming. Some kind of screaming, like a singer's voice.
Hannibal Uly: What did you do?
Clarice Littlebeast: I went to the Bored Index and found a new forum. I was so scared to look, but I had to.
Hannibal Uly: And what did you see, Clarice? What did you see?
Clarice Littlebeast: Bands. The bands were screaming.
Hannibal Uly: They were deleting the Winter Lyrically Speaking lists?
Clarice Littlebeast: And they were screaming.
Hannibal Uly: And you logged off?
Clarice Littlebeast: No. First I tried to free them. I... I set the protection on their files, but I couldn't save them. They just stood there, in the forum. They wouldn't leave.
Hannibal Uly: But you could and you did, didn't you?
Clarice Littlebeast: Yes. I took one file, A Whacky Wednesday list, and I moved it to the main forum as fast as I could.
Hannibal Uly: Where were you going, Clarice?
Clarice Littlebeast: I don't know. I didn't have access to the chat room and it was very cold, very cold. I thought, I thought if I could save just one, but... it was so whacky. So whacky. I didn't get more than a few threads when moderator picked me up. The Bored administrator was so angry he banned me permanently. I never logged on again.
Hannibal Uly: What became of your Whacky Wednesday list, Clarice?
Clarice Littlebeast: They deleted it.
Hannibal Uly: Well, Clarice - have the bands stopped screaming? You still go online sometimes, don't you? You go online and hear the screaming of the bands.
Clarice Littlebeast: Yes.
Hannibal Uly: And you think if you bring back Winter Lyrically Speaking, you could make them stop, don't you? You think if Lyrically Speaking lives again in January, you won't log in ever again to that awful screaming of the bands.
Clarice Littlebeast: I don't know. I don't know.
Hannibal Uly: Thank you, Clarice. Thank you.
Clarice Littlebeast: Tell me his name, Doctor.
Clarice Littlebeast: It's your turn, Doctor.
Clarice Littlebeast: Tell me his name!
Hannibal Uly: Brave Clarice. You will let me know when those bands stop screaming, won't you?
Clarice Littlebeast: Tell me his name, Doctor!
Hannibal Uly: Clarice, your case file. Goodbye, Clarice.
