Fucking christ, man! No wonder you cover that shit up. You look disgusting. Have you seen it?! I mean, have you looked in a mirror? I wouldn’t blame you if you hadn’t. It’s fucking gross. I can see your fucking eye socket, your goddamn skull is exposed. Now I want to touch it. Can I touch it?
Number one. Don’t shatter my image of you. You’re a fucking badass. You’re not scared of shit. Don’t be scared of me. It’s a disappointment. Number two. Do you really expect me to ruin the surprise? Fuck you, kid.