( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

[ There's a slight bit of static before there's a rush of sound someone screaming before they are silenced. Before the PDA shuts off before turning back on again. ]

How--

Why in the world would...one choose that? [ A pause. Cos Mike's losing his composure a little. ] WHY WOULD YOU CHOOSE THAT?! [ Another pause, there's crying in the background. ] Demon, tell me would you choose that? Choose...humanity? Choose emotions? [ There's just some crying before Michael...smites a bitch. ]

Asaph, Mother, I do not agree to this method of torture.

I have to say, I'm not entirely sure how I'm supposed to feel about all of that. There's something really wrong about having fun as a wayward drunkard, but I would pin that more on the company than anything else. Parker, I'm probably not nearly as entertaining as myself than I am as a homeless amnesiac, but I'd love to see some time.

[ Adam ]
Are you all right? Is Michael leaving you alone?

Hey. Morgan Freeman. Stop with the revolving door when it comes to my folks, already! Either bring them here, and keep them here, or let them stay gone. The back and forth is getting really old, really fast. And now I am going to go kill something because this sucks.