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[when he appears he looks more like an unmade bed than usual. His eyes are red rimmed and bloodshot. There's an obvious hotel room behind him and more than one empty bottle of something someone with a heart condition really shouldn't be drinking-- and it shows]
Congratulations,
You win. You've got it all. Magic, reincarnation, astral fucking projection for all I know. You don't really belong in this normal world, you're not just another bloody sheep, you're something better. Something more.
Good for you and I hope it doesn't blow up in your bloody face.
'Bye.
[and he hangs up. Or at least covers the phone with his hand which is the same thing]
Congratulations,
You win. You've got it all. Magic, reincarnation, astral fucking projection for all I know. You don't really belong in this normal world, you're not just another bloody sheep, you're something better. Something more.
Good for you and I hope it doesn't blow up in your bloody face.
'Bye.
[and he hangs up. Or at least covers the phone with his hand which is the same thing]