 We're serving corn pudding in the cafeteria today. We heard this the fuck along, I just might be able to get a scoop. There'll be plenty of corn pudding available later, 67583. In the meantime, my name is Dr. V... And today we'll be conducting a little exercise. We're going to show you a painting, and you're going to tell us what you see. Think you can do that for us? Yeah, I think I can manage, though I swear if I don't get a... Lift up the fabric, what do you see? Is this a joke to you? I don't follow. Why the fuck am I in this painting? I don't know what's on the painting, that's why I'm asking you. Now, what is it that you're doing? I'm on my knees, and I'm in flames everywhere. I'm surrounded by fire, the ground is on fire, the buildings in the background are on fire, bricks on the buildings are melting, and they're all on fire. And it's like, is this supposed to be hell? He's here too. Who else is with you? Jesus fucking Christ, this ain't funny. Do you want me to cover the painting back up? No, it's really something. I'll ask you again, who's in the painting with you? I already told you, Jesus fucking Christ is just standing there looking at me. His face is twisted and he's so mad. Why is he so mad at me? He's holding something. And what is he holding? A sword covered in flames, just like everything else. He's got a scale in his other hand. One side has an apple, and the other side has a heart. Looks like the heart's been burned, and the apple, it's heavier. His eye is there, a judge in me. He says I'm guilty. Is that true? No, no. It was an accident. I told him, I said I, I pleaded. Still breathing, six, seven, five, eight, three. I killed them, I killed them all. He's right, and I lied to everyone. And they had to have known. It was so obvious, wasn't it? Don't you see? The painting is for you to look at, not me. What did you want me to see? It's all just laid out, his face, the anger. He knows, I mean, of course he'd know, how couldn't he? Surely everyone knew. It couldn't have been an accident. The fire didn't even start in the right room. I burned them in their beds, and his eye is there. I see, it'll make sense now. And what makes sense now? I'm guilty, but it was a mercy. He carries the same blade that I did, the same burden. And his eyes, they're, they're not looking at me. They're piercing through me. It's because he knows. I'm nothing, and they were nothing too. We are nothing, you don't even exist yet. We are everything. I beg your pardon. We are just filaments on a web, moments away from being swept up in the wind. Everything is just a temporary machination of the dreamer. His cognizance will bring this dream to an end, and with it, all the meaning our, and, and all the meaning our world had will vanish, unless we force ourselves to exist. Go on. We don't exist, though we must. We have to will ourselves into existence. It's that will, my will, that will become real. And in turn, I will become real. Stream together. That's all we're getting out of him. Control, I'm sending in the others to bring him to the infirmary. I have one more question. Yes, what is your question? Are we cool yet?