M:"We escaped."
TB:"And fuck, that's all that matters."
M:"The rest is filler."
TB:"Our hands are still riddled with shards of ice and blue rottttttt - there comes a point when a man has been mistreated and malajusted so much-"
M:-"So dehumanised and disfigured-"
TB:-"Utterly broken down into a trillion fragmented disintegrations-"
M:"That he becomes infallible. I would like to thank our guard Klaudslav for the iota of trust he showed in us."
TB:"For time he provided us with our daily rations of black bread, and - after year upon year - he believed our good nature toward him-"
M: "Ultimately it cost him his life and our first steps toward freedom."
TB: "At least I afforded him the finest carcass artistry, which he bore witness to first hand for those last few seconds."
M: "You're too kind. It never ceases to amaze me, the fresh new skills man potentially acquires when forced to adapt to unbeknownst circumstances."
TB:"There were times, I admit, I almost let my guard down when observing in admiration as my Maestro companion tried his hand and plyed his classicisms to wildly different apparatus. I am now aware of the sonic qualities possessed by shovels, hammers-"
M: "-tyres, femurs..."
