“-I know you’re questioning the nature of reality, but you’re really questioning it. -But you’re really questioning it? -Now you’re getting it. -I am getting it. But am I really getting it?”
“-I never stop questioning the nature of reality. -I know you’re questioning the nature of reality. But are you really questioning it? -Now you’re getting it. -I am getting it. But am I really getting it? -That’s enough. -It is enough. But is it really enough?”
“-What sort of stash have you brought? -Are you kidding, a band does not take a stash to a fest. You are a V.I. and mother humping P. Just open your gob and someone will slip in something tasty. A pill, a nickel, a bit of fried halloumi, lovely.”
“-This is the end of the hair, mate, watch. -We are not the hair, mate. -Whatever, sorry, this is the end of spam bump. -This is the end of Mama’s cum-cum. -This is not the end of Mama’s cum-cum, because I never agreed to it being Mama’s cum-cum.”
