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-Part XIII-

A C-sharp. A B-flat. A natural killer G and we called it a day. Went straight to the bridge.

(oh, yeah!)

There's nothing much left to say, except that we cannot find no way out anymore. We're chained, bounded, we're involved so far and so deep that it'd be compared to an organ removal. And yet, sometimes you have to cut a leg before it kills you.

(I'm Jack's colon. I get cancer. I kill Jack.)

But you heard it elsewhere, and it's not like your friends never tried to warn you. I'm fucking evil. I'm a fucking evil genius, whose sole purpose is to take people out of their worlds and put them under my influence. I distort peoples' minds, I make them change.

In no-time, people feel trapped, entangled in my whims and evil deeds. I lock 'em up. They lose their will and become zombies, begging for scraps of my attention. No, love's got nothing to do with it. I know no love, they say. I'm a fucking emotional blackhole. And I'll kill you in the process.

So, what are you doing with me? Haven't you been warned? Your friends haven't alerted you to run while you could? Can't you see they don't like me, that they never did?

I've nothing to offer but the night.