The passage of time in the Monologues Dimension being not always in sync with Wonderland, it was now night in Horse-With-No-Name-Ville. In the simulated bunkhouse above the Gunslinger Steakhouse, Jake leaned out from the upper bunk to jeer mildly at his big brother, "Hey, Emmett, I betcha dream about the Snow Queen!"
"Dadblast it, Jake, of course I will NOW--danged power of suggestion!" Emmett lurched onto his other side and snorted. "Dunno which'd be worse, though: dreamin' of her wantin' to kill me, or dreamin' of her wantin' to make love to me!"
"Ya think she even knows the difference 'twixt them two things herself?" mused Jake.
"Good blamed question. But I'd rather get her OFF my mind. Now we know it was magic made us SO scared of her, I don't feel so bad about havin' cut an' run; but if I do dwell on her much, I'm liable to start into some kinda darn-fool revenge fantasies, which ain't 'specially Christian to be doin'."
"Haw!" chortled Jake. "Jes' hold that thought, Emmett, and your dreams oughta be fun. Dream the good Lord takes all her magic away--which He can do if'n He takes a mind to--and then you can take her over your knee and spank her till the sparks fly offa her!"
But Emmett refused to say anything more. And in the morning, he wouldn't tell Jake what he HAD dreamed.