count me out.

You’re such a bastard—

Only speaking the truth.

I'm outta here.

“I think they do their best. And I have the Sheep. They keep me company a lot.”

"Their best isn't good enough.. and the sheep aren't very good company."

You probably provoked it. You tend to do that, you know.

You're such a bastard--

|✖|—;;           “Love. Acceptance. A place to lay my head. World peace. A meal.”

No. No. No. No. And no. "I'm not on the menu--look elsewhere or the only thing you'll be eating is lead--"

What’d you do this time?

Why do you always assume I did something?!

⌠ ✧ ⌡—;                     ”…He doesn’t, not really—he’s being put on medication…he’ll get better, I…I’m sorry—”

"..." And he wants to yell--because nothing justifies killing someone--he hated the thought of it, so much. Medication? No excuse--but he can't bring himself to say much of anything.

|✖|—;;           “Don’t you think I’m pretty?” 

Pretty damn crazy. "..What do you want?"

Oh…so like a typical Monday?

Exactly.

Yeah, yeah. You look troubled. What’s up?

Oh, nothing really. A maniac is trying to kill me. You know. The usual.

⌠ ✧ ⌡—;                     ”…Yes. Um. I’m sorry—” Don’t be sick, she’ll start crying because guilt.

It just had to be the guy who threatened to take out his intestines. "I'd say don't be, if it wasn't for the fact that he wants to kill me--"

Your what?

Shut up.

⌠ ✧ ⌡—;                     ”…He’s my boyfriend.” Giggle.

"... Excuse me a moment--" He thinks he's gonna be sick, don't mind him.

YOU’RE NO HELP.

Why would I help?

Because you're supposed to be my best--er--fri--no--wait--