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There was a table set up in the depths of the room, and the April Hare and the Demented Hatter were having tea. This table was entirely covered with solidified wax flows, and in some spots the wax still formed illuminated cones. They were having tea, and they weren't doing much else. They had said so many bad things about time that it had become mean: it had stopped flowing, and they were stuck in the meantime, the time during which bad things happened. For them, the meantime was tea time, and they couldn't do anything but have tea. They had been stuck there for a long time now, and they looked old. At least nine tea years of age. If you wouldn't mind being stuck with them, go to 4. If you are curious about what happens after a hundred tea years, see at 24. If you feel so lost that you want to start again, back up to 1.