- What's up ?...
- ...Very funny.
- No, I mean really...What's wrong ?
- Like you care.
- I do actually. You're supposed to be the scary guy, running around with your chains, screaming at the top of your lungs...you're pretty quiet.
- Wow, dude. Okay first of all, I fly, I do not run. Second of all I do not have lungs, but thank you for the reminder. And chains, really ? Way to be cliché, man.
- Sorry, man. Just trying to help.
- You really want to know ? I'm the saddest I've ever been.
- You can't be.
- Wow...I think you cured me.
- No, I mean you really have no reason to be depressed.
- Watch me, b*tch.
- Okay...rude. I mean that you can't be because you have the most amazing job in the world: scaring people until they sh*t themselves. I would be happy.
- Well, you obviously know nothing about depression, a**hole.
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