WHAT TYPE OF LIFE IS THIS [Voice - LOOOONG]

[grenadeball]

[Record shop background noise. Some Billy Idol going on through the speakers, though tuned down]

Man, when is the last time you danced, Lucifer? People should be dancing, every goddamn day. Granted, dancing to 'White Wedding' would look kind of retarded. But hey, 'least it wouldn't be dancing to Duran Duran. Or the Thompson Twins

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[hulkkeysmash]

I need a lasting cure. I know that I need that.

[grenadeball]

Well, yeah, that's pretty flat out objective right there.

But what about the other shit going down in your life, Bruce?

[hulkkeysmash]

My sickness is at the heart of it all. Everything else is ancillary.

[grenadeball]

So, everything else will just crush you down and hold you idle until, and only until, the sickness is fixed?

Calling bullshit on that.

[hulkkeysmash]

You don't understand the nature of this monster, then.

[grenadeball]

Don't need to. It can be, and probably is, the most fucked up goddamn thing.

You don't attend to other shit in the meantime, then fixing the sickness does what?

Lets you get on with a normal life, sure, no shit.

An empty, depressing as fuck life.

Gotta build to something, man.

[hulkkeysmash]

But what is there to build to?

[grenadeball]

Bruce, you were fucking stunned at the prospect of just bowling with real live people when I first talked with you.

There's a shitload to build to, and you've, likely, forgotten 'bout it. Not that anyone can really blame ya for that, given the circumstances.

[hulkkeysmash]

Ah. Yes. But I wasn't quite the type to get invited to bowl to begin with, Tank.

[grenadeball]

And that's something else we can work on, too.

Look at it this way.

There's a whole goddamn world out there.

Once said sickness is fixed, don't you wanna go do something with it?

The world, I mean.

[hulkkeysmash]

I wanted to do something good for the world. I wanted to make a difference, I wanted to travel, I had aspirations and goals for myself and all the neatly wrapped bullshit that goes with it! I had a woman I wanted to marry, but couldn't even muster up the mettle to tell her I loved her. She dyed her hair pink, dumped me, and dated a movie star! I wanted to prove to the world that I was worth a woman like her. If I hadn't failed, I would have been stronger, smarter, and more capable than any man had ever been. I would have been the next evolutionary step in mankind, and those wants, that ego, is what made me stupid.

I wanted to do a lot of things.

That was strangely therapeutic. I feel...I feel calm.

[grenadeball]

See?

You just vented. To someone other than yourself.

Pretty fucking awesome, am I right?

[hulkkeysmash]

...

Yes. It was.

[grenadeball]

So, lemme take a wild guess here.

You've got a lot of coping mechanisms, but not any idea on what you really want right now, do ya?

Because seriously, it's not eternal damnation to want something, even something nice. You just got lost in the obsessive end of the pool.

You buddhist?

[hulkkeysmash]

Right now, I just want...quiet, maybe. To be left alone.

I'm not a religious man.

[grenadeball]

Well, sure, for the time being.

Here's - what I think I figured out about you. On the psychological end of things, anyway, I'll leave the science to you.

Anger, as evidenced by that mini-rant there... isn't your real problem.

It's obsession. In general.