Shoutouts to Locum Doctor Daryll 'John Jacon Jingleheimer Schmidt' Baskerville Esquire from Japan.

It fucken WIMDY.

It's been hard to tell why we feel this down when it all bodes well.

If I'm going, I'm going in blind with my life on the line.

How much blood will spill until everybody does what they were always going to have to do from the very beginning... SIT DOWN AND TALK!

Do you want it, really really want it?

Should I be worried about black holes? Because I feel like there's already enough going on.

Baby, even all your past selves are beautiful to me.

They don't make you like they used to, you're never going out of style.

I'll put a bullet in Bob the fucking Builder.

Do not say this is how it has to be.

But honestly, I don't care that you went away.

This is not really love. It's disco, baby.

I think it's good that he died.

May the names of these filthy collaborators be damned for all time.

Yes. Always.

Just so you know, if we've ever had a positive interaction, you can summon me for boss fights.

As if I couldn't blow your brains out the back of your dense fucking skull!

Innocence and arrogance entwined, in the filthiest of minds.

Come back, come back, come back, you're coming home.

Know your limits. Not everything is your burden to bear. Walk out.

I fall to pieces when I'm thinking of you.

This is not what I envisioned when you said we'd take the 'scenic route.'

I'm breaking out of here tonight.

Oh, you think he's looking lovingly at you? But it's nowhere near the truth, his mind is up to no good.

Oh, you think he's looking lovingly at you? But it's nowhere near the truth, his mind is up to no good.

That's who I am. Now forget me. Go home.

I offered you power, I offered you friendship... and you spat in my face.

You are not the guy. You're not capable of BEING the guy. I HAD a guy, but now I don't. You. Are NOT. The guy.

It fucken WIMDY.