will: I’d like a grilled cheese.
waittress: of course coming right up sir
hannibal: interesting… when one applies heat to the square slice of cheese on your sandwich, it will undergo a metamorphosis. What was once a solid now becomes liquid…perhaps too much so to contain between slices of toasted bread. Yet we will still call it cheese. Tell me Will, have you become difficult to contain under the heat of your past? Or are you still an innocent slice of cheese,