You look like a nice boy. I bet you have a lot of friends. – Three, but my brother's my best best. – Where is he? – In bed. Sick. – I bet I can cheer him up. I'll give him a balloon.
I told you, Bill. I fucking told you. I don't wanna die. It's your fault. You punched me in the face, you made me walk through shitty water, you dragged me into a fucking crackhead house! And now...I'm gonna have to kill this fucking clown. Welcome to the Losers Club, Asshole!