dead

[Jon G.]

It's the end of the world and it's all your fault (as if you were really all
that important)

She's dead, and you'll have to get to know her all over again; her conscious
mind has swapped places with her unconscious mind. She'll be the one
badgering you now. Maybe you can intellectually facilitate an atmosphere
where she can feel safe expressing her true feelings (they are ugly), and
all at your expense (your feelings don't matter).

Ah, the vanity of woman. Like Siamese twins, one must die so that the other
one can live.

Thumbs up, nanodick... or maybe I should say little fingers up.

[Kook, P.I.]

Hmmm, that Jack guy is up in arms about your stuff. He's giving me
indigestion it would seem. Any clues on how to exorcise a demon?