Plastic Patient "I did it to feel
better about myself!"
Hym "That isn't a thing! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO SAY IT!? HOOOOOOOOOOOOOH
MAN! I'm heated! I'm
tight off of that! Ok! Ok... That isn't a thing that exists. There is no 'better about yourself' to feel. It's like Santa Claus. You're trying to find Santa Claus. No matter how much time you spend scouring the north pole, you're not going to find Santa Claus. There's no Santa Claus to find! That's what 'doing things to feel better about yourself' is like. So plastic surgery, anything like that. It isn't a thing that exists. It doesn't matter what you do. You're never going to feel better about yourself. It isn't real. It's not a thing.
Stop trying to do it. It's irritating to watch."
Plastic Surgeon "You know you can make a pretty decent living as a plastic surgeon."
Hym "I'm going to murder you. I'm going to kill you and I'm not going to
stop with you. I'll kill and kill and when I'm done killing all of you I'm going to
train more plastic surgeons jist so I will have more plastic surgeons to kill. I won't ever
stop!
Train. Murder.
Train. Murder. That's what my life is going to be from now on. For eternity. Because I know once I start I'll never be able to sate my thirst for surgeon
blood. Aliens will pick up the radio signals we
shot into space and behind them will be the screams of surgeons, echoing through the universe. 'AAAHHH!!! AAAHHH! MY FACE! MY FAAAACE! HE'S CARVING MY FAAAACE!!!' "
