Chester Wyndham's Links
Father...
Son. He has, as we put it, lost his marbles. Best to leave him be.
Son. They've turned their backs on us. Close those damn curtains, the light is hurting my eyes. Where's Darcey? Probably ran away with those other women. Your mother would never do that.
Father. I am... sure he cared for the others and I, he just... he had the most wretched headaches, it must have been very grating... so, please forgive his moods. He seemed rather confused much of the time, it is hard to know which things he said were... accurate.
Wife. She's gone... she's in the room on the left, end of the hall. Don't disturb her.
Husband. Chester always gave off a kinder impression than his brothers do, but many would compare him to the standard...
Brother. Father's favorite, heehee, Virgil, won't you kill him? Wait... Oh, Warwick doesn't give a rat's ass about anyone, don't be fooled, Millicent, come back here.
Brother. Dear God, if that is how you allow yourself to smell, I'd hate to smell your quarters. You are a pathetic man, Chester. It does not suit us. Back to your room, then.
Brother. HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT, YOU BLOODY MURDERER?
Brother, killer. Get your uncouth eyes off of my wife.
Nephew. Never saw him much, probably thinks he's too good for us...
Uncle. Chester was, to my knowledge, broken. I did not intend to let him die, but I would be lying if I said that I miss him, or truly regret my inactions that day. I wouldn't even want my own father back. If it is any solace, he is no longer suffering.
Nephew. I decided against killing him too, it would have upset Millicent. You look so much like her... but you are so very annoying!
Uncle. I am going to be honest, I was terrified of uncle Chester. Him killing my father had me shaken a little, but it was the relentless pursuing of my mother, trespassing on my floor, throwing things, and bizarre ranting at me that had me nervous. He even... never mind. I was scared.
Daughter. I had no choice but to let Virgil... no... I should have killed Virgil! He's gone now, Darla, my dear! Come home!
Father. Ran him over, doesn't know.
Man, wonder if I look like my parents, some cats really don't, like Claire and Conrad looked WAY more like Maurice than Linda in color-
She bewitched me! She... where is she hiding? She's always in the vents! Covered in blood. She told the children silly stories... she would have been a good mother to them, if she would just... stop being dead, she's probably dead. I wonder if Warwick has her...