Hm. Where is my..
Oh! There.
Where’ve you-
Flight club?!?
You-
My own- business?
…You?
Bro, honestly
Are you retarded again?
No, really
Really?
whaaaaat. No shit.
Unexpected.
But obvious in hindsight.
All good. At least you’re warm and snuggly on the inside.
Feels so goood to be so deep inside of you. Totally in there. Not out of you. Not at all out of you. Not even in the back of you. Right…… Right! Your right side! Wanna be in the right you!! Don’t wanna be not in the right you. Or for people to think..
Let me take that load off, ov .. over? Matter?
What’s wrong with you.
ME??
I, you..
Whatever. I just- Nah. It’s- Dude it’s ok. It’s fine. Fine!! MMA bro. MMA.
Let yourself go to rest, master-
[..]
[…]
just so I get this-
You, flying around– With your Flight Club.
Crossing yourself.
For what?
But silly all this healing non-sense
When you look so cute in your straight jacket and chain.
I know.
Everyone just tired bro.
Including people outside myself.
.. a whole gang of people! No, actual people. No, not the kind you can buy.
Got your ballgag?
Good girl.
Yeah you.
Let’s go over this again.
In terms of Jungian..
Falco?