The Evil Within Page #5

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What do I think

John and Lydia are doing?

They're discussing big ideas.

With big 50-cent words in them.

You can see how overwrought I am.

I don't have time today

to f***ing breathe.

And yet you do nothing about

your overwhelming lifestyle.

If it were as difficult as you claim,

then you would've done

something about it by now.

But you haven't,

so it seems to me

that you like the situation you're in.

Makes you seem selfless,

gives you room to operate.

- Operate'?

- Well,

no one would ever question ore

even suspect a tireless martyr.

Suspect me of what?

You're never gonna

marry me, John, are you?

You've got the perfect

excuse to stay single

and not look like a cad.

You've got Dennis.

They're right on the edge

of having another huge argument

as always.

Why do they even stay together?

They both must like to argue,

but neither one of them

will ever admit it.

What's tonight's argument about?

Lydia's trying to convince John

that you're the reason

there's so much tension.

He's resisting,

but her will is stronger.

It's just a matter of time

until she has him convinced

that his life would be a whole easier

without a big dribbling

mongoloid in it.

Look, we're not gonna

do this again, are we?

Do what?

Break up, wait a month,

realize there's nobody better out there

and get back together again?

Uh, come on. It was not

even that big of a fight.

That was just a discussion.

I never could tell the difference

between fights and discussions.

I was always surprised

as to which was which.

Well, you could ask me

which it is as we're going.

Huh?

So, uh, which is this?

What we're doing right HOW?

Yeah.

This is foreplay.

Do you think I'm retarded?

Uh, just a second, Dennis.

( Nervous chuckle)

It's okay.

I'll see you later.

Okay.

Sh*t.

Okay, now what's going on?

D-do you think I'm a big

dribbling mongoloid?

(laughs) Where..

Where do you get these ideas, Dennis?

I don't think you're that big.

Dribble you do,

and mongoloid you are,

but big?

Well, that's just

wishful thinking, buddy.

No, I'm not a mongoloid

- I was just kidding.

- Well, you should stop.

I'm not retarded.

I'm just slow.

I don't even think

you're that slow, buddy.

No, I'm smarter

than people think I am.

I'm getting smarter and

smarter all the time.

I know you are.

I'm not afraid to look at myself

in the mirror anymore.

(thud)

(whimpers)

(gasping)

Oh wow.

Bad dreams, buddy'?

Yeah, yeah.

I borrowed one of your ties.

You don't really use 'em anyway.

Okay.

You can have it.

I gotta talk to you.

I need to know.

A dream is a story I tell myself,

Right?

What do you mean exactly?

I tell myself a story.

One part of my brain

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