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.
[A nervous shifting of his weight from foot to foot.]
Uh, well......I can show ya where to use the knife, I guess. Bleeding out wouldn't be the quickest way to go, but you'd lose consciousness pretty fast. [He swallows hard.] Should be less painful than drinking whatever's in that bottle.
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Uh, well......I can show ya where to use the knife, I guess. Bleeding out wouldn't be the quickest way to go, but you'd lose consciousness pretty fast. [He swallows hard.] Should be less painful than drinking whatever's in that bottle.