It's them. It's them. It's them.

(It's you.)

You HAVE to see what they did to me. NO ONE HAS SEEN IT.

This is still you. You're a master of the Dark Side, but your focus unwavers.

JUSTICE! Someone PLEASE see what they did to me.

Staring at an ashtray, your delicious salad slowly tastes of ash.

I can FIGHT this! Things can CHANGE!

What do you want to change? You want to change the stasis.

YES! I keep getting older, and NOTHING CHANGES!

That is false. You want to recieve money for writing.

Y-.... YeaH. I do.

I noticed that your rage suddenly subsided. Why is that?

I dunno.

You interpret your vast aura as a anemic, bitter crow with a crooked neck.

And an immense adam's apple.

That's right, an immense adam's apple. Why interpret it that way?

I dunno.

Good. Don't know mind is good.