A-X-O-L-O-T-L! My time has come to burn! I invoke the ancient power that I may return!
What [does he] know about Bill Cipher,"
Sixty degrees that come in threes.
Watches from within birch trees.
Saw his own dimension burn.
Misses home and can't return.
Says he's happy. He's a liar.
Blame the arson for the fire.
If he wants to shirk the blame,
He'll have to invoke my name.
One way to absolve his crime.
A different form, a different time.