*Pours himself a cup of tea* So you want to hear my story? Well you can't if I don't tell it, but, I will, so you want to know why me and the March Hare are always having tea? no? well it was because once when I tried to sing for the Queen of Hearts at a celebration of hers, she sentenced me to death for "murdering the time," a silly thing to be honest with you but I escaped decapitation. I came to the conclusion that time itself was indeed "murdered," and so me and the March Hare continue to have tea as though the clock has truly stopped. My tea party, when Alice arrives, is characterized by switching places on the table at any given time don't you know, personal remarks, asking unanswerable riddles and reciting nonsensical poetry, all of which eventually drive Alice away thankfully, she was dreadfully mad.