"Where are we headed first, Tour-Guide?"
"Yeah, Tour-Guide; I'm dying to know."
"Adryan, shut it.
We're headed to the Garden..."
"Of Lilies?"
"Of Roses?"
"Butterflies?"
"...Of Skulls!!!!"
"Are….Are they beautiful skulls?"
"Why don't you ask the flowers that grow out of them?"
"Flowers can talk?"
"......Nevermind. I can tell by your blank stares that you're trying to hold back a laugh. Go one, let it out. If you don't laugh now then you'll cry later."
"You might want to cry tears of aww. We're here.
So, what do you think?"
"It's actually very beautiful in an eerie, ghostly, hollow, misty way. Love the flowers."
"Glad to hear it."
"Oh, hi there little Goblin sir. Is this your Garden? If so, then I just want to say that while the flowers are indeed adorable, they're not as cute as you. Just look at his chubby little cheeks."
"Wait, aren't Goblins supposed to love big shiny things, mischief, and tearing up places? But here I see you tending to your Garden."
"Bahaha….haha…haaaa. Ooo….haha…..oooh. I gotta…..ooo. That hurts..
We Goblins aren't all the same, you know; but that doesn't make me an outcast. That just makes me different. Don't worry though, I'm still treated fairly. Everyone fits in here; from Dwarves, to Elves, to Rachets, to Crows, Ghosts, Ghouls, and Beaks. Yes, even humans too. By the way, what brings you?"