Lies. Don’t bother me, I’m not in the mood. If I
see one more snarl of wires kind of jutting out and being tangled or whatever,
I am going to perform some sort of athletic fucking somersault off the deep end
and get a call from the president or some shit. So go away.

Nooooo, not the ban, it burns. Oh god, hahahaha!
Wait. Oh…god. It does burn. Something’s wrong, I’m serious! That…horrible
psychic noise! The voices…they’re all going to die. Oh shit, I’m bleeding!
Shiiiiiiiiiit. This is bad. I have to get him in, quick. Got to go.

(without lisp) Voices. Indiscriminate, indecipherable voices
all talking at once. Voices of the soon-to-be-dead. They had been getting
louder lately, and I just figured they were all ours. I tuned them out kind of
like I pretty much always do, but now that they’re gone the difference is HUGE.
I mean, WOW. Maybe since they’re gone, it means we won’t have to die anymore?