Why do i have to do this -- there's so much going on that I'd rather do than **this**. Fine. Alright -- my name is Chelsea Weaver; i'm sorta a big deal around here, like I control this whole place! it's pretty awesome... though I'm not entirely sure how i got... Oh! Did i show you what I can do? It's pretty awesome, you know. I can just do it whenever I like! Michael didn't like it much... but that's not really a big deal if you ask me. He's usually a big smelly butthole to me. What are you trying to say? No, no, don't talk; Just say it! Ah, you don't understand anyway.

You know exactly what I am talking about. Why are you here? Who sent you? he sent you didn’t he... What did he tell you? what does he want? Why can’t i hear you! answer my god damn question!

CHELSEA Right. So, where was I...okay. Do you ever have those dreams where you’re flying or floating, or walking on your hands for a really, really long time? Think of this like that. We are such stuff that dreams are made of. We are just glistening memories in the depths of a dying mind. We are...