The Tortoise has spoken, it seems it may be wise of me to consider my Cheshire Cat roots, disappear in the air in the woods and lay low for a little while before my smile becomes such a pest that even I want to punch my teeth out and punt my heart through a few rounds of croquet until it stops rolling back into my chest.
References towards American McGee's Alice in Wonderland, a flawless adaptation that has had a profound effect on me for years.