[The small apartment is completely, and utterly, trashed. Shades are drawn, debris is scattered all over the floor and there's a swinging lamp somewhere -- casting shadows around the room.

Cue Morpheus. Sitting in a scratched up chair and looking contemplative. Thinking, and just a tad confused.]

How did my room get like this?

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And there goes my hearing.

I suppose the piano plan is botched now.

I hate throwing food away.

But nothing works.

[Filter: Echo]

So ... [gone] how are you? How are things?
It's been a while.

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