Motivational Growth Page #5

Plasmoday:
You do, pal.

You really do.

This set is old news. It's a relic.

This sort of thing serves no

purpose in today's society, this sort of thing

Ian:
I think we're done here.

Plasmoday:
Don't do that.

Look you need state of the art.

This sort of thing is what'll get you

through your current predicament.

Ian:
Excuse me?

Plasmoday:
Your predicament.

Ian:
Which predicament is that exactly?

(hissing noises)

(ominous music)

Plasmoday:
You can't hide it, Ian.

It's all over you, I can smell it.

Ian:
I haven't bathed in months.

Plasmoday:
You're suffering, I can stop that suffering.

Ian:
I'm still not sure what you're talking about,

but I need you to leave my apartment.

Plasmoday:
I tasted your suffering, I swallowed it!

You really should consider getting a plasma.

(vomiting)

(screaming)

(whimpering)

Ian:
What the f***?!

(crying)

What is this sh*t all over me?

It tastes like brussels sprouts

and melted plastic, and potatoes when

they've gone bad, I just vomited on this

seriously creepy guy on his seriously

creepy face off with it, it's all over my teeth

and it's all over my shirt, and it

The Mold:
Cool your jets, Jack

Take a blip and breathe in the atmo..

You only just narrowly escaped that one

and you haven't even started your journey.

Ian:
What are you talking about?!

Why RTE you talking?!

Journey, what journey?!

The Mold:
Don't answer the door again.

Ian:
Just tell me what's going on.

The Mold:
The Mold will, that and much much more,

but The Mold can't have you going square on it again.

When The Mold talks, you listen, you got it Jack?

Ian:
How can I have a journey if I don't open the door?

The Mold:
The Mold is about two shakes

from totally frosted right now.

Tell The Mold you won't open that door again.

Ian:
What if it

The Mold:
Say it!

Ian:
It could be Box.

The Mold:
Tell The Mold you won't open that dour again.

Say those words.

Ian:
I won't open the door again.

(door knocking)

The Mold:
Pull it back, Jack.

Ian:
I need to get that.

The Mold:
You need to sit down.

Ian:
But the door!

The Mold:
The Mold! got plans for you, kid!

Big Plans!

(The Mold laughing)

(knocking on door)

It goes like this, Jack.

You're in a bad way, something fierce.

The Mold can see that, The Mold can feel that.

Right now, you're a goldfish in an eight-ounce glass,

you got nowhere to go and you don't even know it.

You're stuck, you're clutched!

And the world is just gonna keep

getting smaller for you unless

you kick and scream and claw your way out of it.

Out of the mess and the hurt and the regret!

You've got to

Ian:
Who are you again?

The Mold:
Hohoh, don't do that, Jack.

Don't do that again.

Ian:
I'm sorry, what?

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