I’m not handicapped. I’m not saddled with a soul. In fact, I used to skipper this meatboat for a while. It was smooth sailing. I was sharp, strong. That is, ‘til they crammed your soul back in. Now look at you. Same misty-eyed milksop you always were. That’s because souls are weak. They’re a liability. Now, nothing personal, but run the numbers. Someone’s got to take charge around here, before it’s too late.
So this asshole just leaves all her shit at my house.
She left her bra, her shirt, jacket, pants and her stupid vapor thing, but she had the god damn decency to take her laptop. Uhg.
If I turn into another, dig me up from under what is covering the better part of me.
If you listen closely, you can actually hear the sound of my heart breaking for Kevin.