i wanna tell you a story. ain't got no characters in it but me. i wanna sing you a sad song. most of it i don't expect you to believe. it starts off just the whiskey and wine, miles of travel and some real good times. but it ends in a dark corridor, and there ain't no windows and there ain't no doors.
Nah: Ah! B-Brady... Brady: Yeah? Whatcha want? Nah: I don't, er... Nothing in particular. ...... Brady: Then why ya makin' eyes at me? You got something to say or what? Nah: N-Nothing! Brady: Then what? Something wrong with you? You coming down with something? Nah: N-No, nothing like that. I'm fine... Brady: Well, you ain't ACTING fine. It's freaking me out! You don't go all quiet when you talk to any of the others. Nah: That's not true! Er, no, it is, but... I'm not being quiet! I'm the same as always... Brady: Sure, fine. Whatever. Nah: ...... Brady: ...You scared of me? Is that it? I give ya the heebie-jeebies? Nah: I'm not scared! Why would I be scared?! That's crazy talk! You're crazy! Brady: Oh, really? Nah: Y-Yes, really... I'm not! Brady: Well, whatever it is, I ain't sticking around so you can gawk. I'm gonna fade. Nah: *Sigh* I j-just wanted to talk. When I see that face, though, I clam up... It's not my fault he looks so scary!