"THAT AIN'T GOT NONE TO DO WITH IT. How many motherfuckers you got know on dying who got being dying exactly how as they was wanting? SHIT'S RARE FOR REASON, MOTHERFUCKER. No one wants to be being a forgotten motherfucking cull. THAT DON'T MEAN NONE EVER BEING IS."

He shrugs. "Messiahs give meanings as for how such be to the Carnival gates and greet of the ticket taker. BEST NOT TO BE AS THINKING ON THEM STEPS AS WHAT'S TO IT. Besides, we ain't truly die. JUST FEELS LIKE IT, MISSING THE GOOD PART. You play the game being right, you can wake the fuck up." How fucking weird was that? He was being use to dying. He could tell the way it felt, like the soul got on slipping away and yet he knows whatever it is they got done, his soul's never managed to leave entire, never gotten to go where he knows it's like as meant to go. He doesn't like that implication. They shouldn't be anywhere near touching his spiritghost.

"I AIN'T NEVER MET NO MOTHERFUCKING 'ANNA'," He says with raised brow. "Can say certain she's being wrong or all kinds being of confusion. MY KIND AIN'T NICE. Lest she's meaning on Beforan trolls, but them motherfuckers... only being one here current. THEM OTHER ALTERNIANS HERE BE ANOMALIES."