what do you want?
what are you talking about?
bullshit.
blow me, you paranoid fuck, that's impossible. why are you bothering me with this.  ?
there's nothing there, you brain- dead cunt. think about it. there's absolutely no way in this world to connect us to anything. i want you to hang the phone up, and if you call me about this again i'm going to send a friend of mine out there and have him crack you open with a fucking rib spreader.
nobody knows anything.
i promised him to machine.