If you please I'll answer the door. And the phone if you like also. I'll be the answer if you like. I can be the answer, because I can be anything. Anything for you or her or them. I will answer anything. And I will do it with the subtlety of a hernia. I will do it gently and painlessly, just as a lion would behead you with care and concern for your wellbeing. I do not care for you- thief. What if I don't do it? What will you be then? Perhaps you'll ponder, wander and pine. Drink wine. I would take a dive from the tallest building. If I were you, Sir. Plunge into the depths of cement. Smiles. The crowd screams will be a cheer. No one will plead in a single voice among the rest for you to come down from there. Jump.
Where do you come from, Mad man? Are you from within, from the souls of this earth, the pained and undead drifting? I would claw your eyes out if I met you, Sir. And cut out your tongue. I would make you bleed, dear, because you made me cry. You make me cry. You make him cry. And I don't want him to cry. I'll slice of your ears and cut a love heart into the flesh of your belly. I would let you burn, Sir- for you I have no mercy. Mad man, I love you. But I love me more.
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