Hmm? Sorry, I was deep in thought.

Finally, someone with some intellect. I’ll let you in on a little secret, mon ami: Hell is other vermin.

Why yes, even you—a sacred little skittering fragment of hell.

Don’t you feel the ennui seeping in through every crack, every pore in the veneer you enjoy calling your life?

Indeed, aren’t we all just shoe fodder at the end of the day? So why keep up the race? Why lay the eggs for the next generation of lost and tortured offal?

Exactly the point: la misère. If you can’t be happy be sure to make everyone else’s life a festering wound!

What do you mean you have to leave? I was just becoming warm.

Well, if you must, but remember: the world is a scarlet welt on a horse’s arse and you’re the maggots in the stew, mon ami!

Spread wretchedness!