Who are you?
In what peapod did you come from?
Why did you take him?
Who are you trying to be?
Why are you dictacting me?
Why do I claw at my flesh like a rabid animal?
Why are you doing this to me?
Why?
Please, answer me.
You aren't thinking,
You're plotting.
Go to hell, or somewhere worse.
You filthy bodysnatcher.
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Fine that imagine of one who steals corpses, there are people like this...