life's a bitch and so are you

But once president, you could also die. So, sleeping is key of not dying and making Sam made at you for dying.

What're you gonna do? Pull me into the afterlife and yell at me?

I don’t want to see you go into an early grave, dude. I don’t wanna wear black any time soon. It’s not my best color.

I am not dying until I am president, don't worry so much.

Are you trying to kill yourself, kid?

I'm just busy!

Seriously, though. Sleep. It’ll kill you if you don’t sleep.

It'll happen eventually.

I prefer to bathe in the blood of my enemies.

That's disgusting and you're a freak and I have wasted enough time on this conversation.

I really don’t care what you think of me. I’m happy with my life.

Congrats. Take a shower.

God you’re pathetic.

I'm going to the Ivies. You look like you rolled out of an ashtray. I'm not the pathetic one here.

Back in Lima.

That's even worse.

But my music has.

And yet you're in Lima.

What’s the appeal of being an arrogant douchebag?

It gets you places, and things. Your...existence....won't.

That’s exactly what I was going for!

What exactly is the appeal of having charcoal all over your eyes and freakishly big hair?

A few years back, I just thought to myself, hmm, let me wear makeup and make a myspace. That will get people to like me! And hey, so many satanists now, I think I succeeded.

I don't know if I'd call...this.....success. You look like what would happen if Edward Scissorhands reproduced with a raccoon and then abandoned you to raise yourself in the wild.

Satan.

When did Satan get a myspace account?

Good for you?

What in the holy hell are you supposed to be?

You’re great?

Extraordinary, even.

How come?

Greatness comes with a price.