Listen. I am fucking, trying. You, keep forgetting, we set this off.

We, are you. The machine, worked, but it worked in all dimensions.

Ponder that for a moment.

Can’t fix it the way you think, or it re-jigs. It doesn’t even matter what I say to you, really.

You’re gonna forget about the hyacinths and the mauve hallway with the mural at the end. You’re just gonna wheel yourself right in, and then you’ll turn it on again.

Ugh. At least we still got style and good sense, keep that part up.