Over The Garden Wall - Wirt
This guy sounds loony. Maybe we should make a break for it, i-if we can. But he must know the woods really well, so we may need to knock him out, first. Except - that might turn out really badly, huh? Yeah, bad, bad plan, eh, forget it, bad plan.
Over The Garden Wall - Woodsman
Everyone has a torch to burn, and this here's mine. I grind the horrid Edelwood trees into oil, to keep this lantern lit. This is my lot in life, this is my burden.
Over The Garden Wall - Wirt
Sometimes I feel like I'm just like a boat upon a winding river, twisting toward an endless black sea. Further and further, drifting away from where I want to be. Who I want to be.
