Musica

"How are you feeling, Ethan?"

"I told you, my name is Darius! Cut it with this 'Ethan' shit!"

"Sir, your name is Ethan Weiss. Please refrain from struggling against the restraints."

"My name is Darius Coleman, you filthy cocksucker! Let me outta here!"

"Your wife and child are very concerned for you, Mr. Weiss. Please remain compliant with our treatment methods so that you may see them again shortly."

"Wife? Kid? I'm single, you sick fuck! Tell me what you put in my food!"

"Merely health supplements. Now, listen, Ethan, your superiors are considering releasing you from your current position as a floor-three worker due to your mental health issues. We've tried everything in our power to convince them otherwise, but they've deemed you unfit for the workplace, and your income will cease. We're attempting to set you up with another hiring company, but they need to see that you're competent. Can you prove it to them, Ethan?"

"I don't know what the hell you're on about, you psycho. I work at a shitty car wash, and it's enough for me, myself and I. I don't have a kid, and I'm ugly as sin, so the wife thing's definite bullshit. I'm warning you, call me Ethan like I'm your fucking pet again, and see what happens."

"I was hoping we wouldn't have to resort to this method, but the drugs appear to be ineffective."

"I knew you bastards drugged me! -what the hell's that thing?"

"Bring in the machine."

"Who'd you call?"

"Hello, Emerson. Thank you very much."

"Your earplugs, sir-"

"Who's this fuck!?"

"You may leave now, Emerson."

"Yes sir."

"Now, Mr. Weiss I'd like for you to take a close listen to this machine here. Relax, and take everything you hear to heart. I'm going to press play now."

"I don't want to listen to your shit music! Shut that damned thing off! I swear to god I'll- I'll..."

...

"Mr. Weiss?"

"Yes, sir?"

"Your wife and child are very concerned for you. You're about to be let go from your current job for mental health issues. We have another candidate available for you, but they won't hire you until you've proven to be mentally capable. Do you think you could cooperate with certain tests we need run in order to get you released sooner?"

"O-Of course! Will I see my family again?"

"Certainly, Mr. Weiss. In fact, with your current behavior, a discharge is in your very near future."

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"Daddy!"

"Sarah! Look at how big you've gotten! Daddy's glad to see you!"

"Sarah...?

"Uh, yeah, that's me!" in baseball