"i'm sorry, i can't tell you anything of more use. i wish i could."
“ DON’T DO THIS TO ME, ALICE. now really isn’t a good time to get inside of my head . ” but when is it ever ? the mind is rancid , oozing puss with an acrid odor that emanates . it imbrues , taints all that is positive and good . can beguile with ease . the cacophonous echoing would drive any into a downward spiral . tommy himself would tell you of his morbid disposition , tell you it was the cause of his anathema status . the reason for his outcasting .
his gaze is hardened , void of emotion and as his colleagues would describe it : dead eyed . they sit in an uncomfortable silence for only a few moments . and during this , the deceased take the time to calumniate in his ear . this causes a semi aggressive reaction to erupt . [ AS IF HES BEEN BIDING HIS TIME ] all of his poise now out of the window as hand slams onto the table that separates them , the coffee in his mug nearly spilling over . he remains apoplexed for some time before he finally makes his request . “ please drop the mind games , i’m not in the mood . ”
