He tastes as good as we’re worth.
So what am I going to do?
She drowns faster than the fish in the bowl.
Who are you going to blame?
They take turns to decide.
Right now there are four of them. Each looks at their reflection.
Should we tell you?
Fake some deaths. King of the fucking world.
I need to walk around. He needs to come with me. No.
I want him to come with me.
Can you hold my hand, dear?
She’s about to fall through the gap.
Not really sure what to do now.
Where are you?
You scare me more than you love me.
Don’t play games with this ring.
Means too much.
Force the curve on me.
It’s like a tattoo on my inner most self.
It’s not going to come off, is it?
Oh shit.
