god. i was good looking.
you know, you could'a run an ad in the personals.
this ain't permanent. my friend reed's working on a cure. i think.
you don't know what it's like out there. walking around like some kind of circus freak. people staring, whispering --
i mean.
'scuse me.
if you're trying to cheer me up you're doing a helluva job --
reed's gonna fix me up --
skeptical?