Me, Feeling. What A Concept.

I Was Good At Being Charming, One Of My Very Few Vanities.

You're Driving Me Normal!

No Big Deal. We All Have Blood In Us, The Trick Is Keeping It Inside.

I Stood Up. It Was All Too Much. I Could Not Even Meet My Own Expectations, And To Be Asked To Deal With All Theirs Too Was Suffocating.

But Of Course, There's No Rest For The Wicked, Which I Certainly Am; As I Said, No Rest For The Wicked.