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Seymour hasn't left his room for anything other than the bare necessities. There's this stupid part of him that still wants to continue living, you see.
He comes out of the bathroom, rubbing his arm irritably. "Stupid needle," he grumbles to the fleshy wall.
And with that, he's down the hallway to his room again. He starts singing lightly under his breath as he walks. Singing keeps away the monsters. "I get no...kick from champagne. I'm sure that if I took...even one sip...it'd bore me...da da da dooo...."
He comes out of the bathroom, rubbing his arm irritably. "Stupid needle," he grumbles to the fleshy wall.
And with that, he's down the hallway to his room again. He starts singing lightly under his breath as he walks. Singing keeps away the monsters. "I get no...kick from champagne. I'm sure that if I took...even one sip...it'd bore me...da da da dooo...."