The only thing allowed to interrupt me is death itself!
I think you need to come up with a new plan. Preferably one that involves me keeping the same quantity of blood that I have right now.
No problem... Oh, wait, wait. Does the blood have to be in your body?
I love dicks.
My sanity is spent.
This is an oppressive place.
I object! That was... objectionable!
They say ignorance is bliss.
"If you can overthink the worst,
why can't you overthink the best?"
Why am I the only one with no dream? How did they find out what they wanted to become? And why is it that I don't have anything I want to do?