Hmm... maybe I should wear one of those football helmets, just to be safe.
I'll go for someone else. I won't kill you. I can control myself!
I know. I know that. And it will be at the front of my mind, as I bleed to death on the operating table.
I didn't want it to be this way, really.
Tch, it happens.
No, it's much less complicated this time. I am simply bloodthirsty.
Awww... has you got the boohoofluwoos? (or whatever the you call it)
Because I'm sick in the head.
Why does that bring D to your lips?
Your blood. :D
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