No. But the voices disagree.
Why, do I look insane. Oh my god, I probably am!
No, they all deserved to die.
Don't call me crazy, you motherf-
No, I have a perfectly good reason to kill this woman.
Yes, thank you.
No, I've behaved pretty normally since that restraining order.
Red. No! Blue. No! I can't deside. There's just way to much pressure.
Red, like the blood of a million inferior people.
None of your bussiness, punk.
Pink, like that guy's brains.
Black, always black, I must have black.
Orange, like fire.
The same color that dragon in my bathroom is.
I'm an exterminator.
I'm a dentist.
I'm a butcher.
I work at McDonalds.
I paint the "m"s on M&M's.
I demolish houses.
Guys in white coats test stuff on me.
I oversee survailance camera's at malls.
I hurt people.
I plot how to kill the new guy at work.
I eat cookies with bacon. But not on Tuesdays. On Tuesdays I sleep.
Blow stuff up.
Talk to space aliens.
I don't leave work. They might find me.
I kill people.