“OH. HUH.
USUALLY NOBODY AROUND HERE UNDERSTANDS ANY OF WHAT THE HELL I’M RAMBLING ABOUT AT A GIVEN MOMENT. I’M PRETTY SURE IF I WENT BACK FAR ENOUGH IN TIME, SEVERAL IGNORAMUS PAST VERSIONS OF MYSELF WOULD THINK MY THINK PAN HAS OFFICIALLY FLEW OFF THE FUCKING HANDLE. THEY’D PROBABLY TAKE ME OUT BEHIND THE TOOLSHED AND, AFTER WASHING THE BLOOD FROM THEIR HANDS, VOW NEVER TO MAKE THE MISTAKES I MADE. WHICH IS EXACTLY THE KIND OF TRAGIC HUBRIS THAT RESULTS IN THE KARMIC RETRIBUTION OF HAVING TO ONE DAY EXIST AS ME.
GOD HELP THEM.
WHAT WERE WE TALKING ABOUT AGAIN?”