and the soul didnt want to ruin anyones enjoyment so it obediently crawled into money and money cradled it and swept it across green oceans and green mountains and green riverbeds and whispered sweet green bedtime stories and the soul fell asleep and slept on forever and money was too fucked up in the head simply to kill the soul outright and the soul would lie there , forever there , forever snoring , forever flying across moneys sick fantasies , and there would be no prince to clip moneys green wings and kiss the soul awake , and browncoat wasnt that prince was he , of course not , not princely material and besides he couldnt kiss anyone awake could he only time hed been kissed on the mouth was when his nanny raped him whom browncoat or the cunt it doesnt really matter actually .