A phone call ... Means communicating with the outside world, is at the discretion of the doctor! No. Hey, hey! If all these misfits telephone for the madness spread through telephone cables, and pierce the ears of all those poor sane people, infecting it, you know? Freaks everywhere, plague of madness ... In fact we are just here. We are just here to be mentally ill. I'm not talking about you, maybe you are, say, you're really jumped like a horse. But that's not why you're here. You're not here for that! You're not here for that! You are here because of the system. See the TV? All there is the issue, the matter is all there. Watch-listen-knees-please! Advertising! We do not produce anything, do not serve more than anything. It's all automated, what the hell are we doing then? We're consumers, Jim! Ah ... ok, ok, a lot of stuff to buy good citizen. But if you do not buy what's up? If you do not buy what you are, I ask you! What. A sick! Mental. Jim is a fact, a fact. If you do not buy toilet paper, a new car, a computerized blender, an electric tool for multiple orgasms, a stereo with headphones you beating their brains out, screwdrivers radar equipment with miniature-embedded computer equipped with voice ...
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