[Talking about a deceased acquaintance] "I liked Oliver. I'd usually stop by Hole-y Moly before night shifts and get the biggest coffee from him, and he'd be like, 'Good thing you're at the hospital so they can catch you when the heart attack hits,' and then compliment my earrings or some shit." [Pause] "I saw him when he first came in. I saw what he was like like, what happened to him. So, yeah, I can believe that it was a sleep paralysis manifestation of his guilt, or whatever."

[Explaining an odd occurrence that happened to xem; Try to give the final line a heavy impact] "It was... You know, when you get so used to being alone, you find comfort in your own company. And honestly, being alone isn't that scary. It's the moment when you realize you're not that makes your pulse quicken, and your breath hitch.]

[After a comedic pause] “Nope! NOPE! Not touching the spooky, definitely cursed mirror. I don’t fuck with that, absolutely not. You shouldn’t either but I’m not your mom, I’m not going to tell you what to do and what not to do. But I am going to ask you -” [The mirror breaks; Then, dismayed:] “... give me a running head start.”