I crawl out of the paint to devour your sour stench. That steaming green and yellow slime that falls out of your teeth isn't even your fault you know. The meds run in the family. They've been filling you up since you learned to walk. Aren't you lucky you've got your health? Have mercy on me father I have run from the slime but it's inside me anyways and it pours heavily from my throat in choking waves. I can hear the opera again, isn't it nice? I told you to lock me up - haven't you seen me? I heard you liked diseases so I'll let you come see the wires. Get closer. Help me **** the prisoner. He's got the smell too - I can hear the opera again, isn't it nice? Isn't it all just nice?