“Wha… Who… Where Am I? Who are you?”

“Somewheres secluded. Scream, scream, scream; no one hearing you.”

“What the fuck?!? Where are my clothes? What the fuck!?!”

“Shhh, old timer… it being better if you not struggling.”

“Fuck that sh— What the fuck is that?”

“Liposuction machine. Being used in reverse. Putting the fat of human kindness into you.”

“Fuck you! — HELP! HELP ! — Get me the fuck outta here!”

“You struggling too much. Not good. No worry, not my first time. Me being doing this many times.”

“You’re fucking sick! — Somebody help! Help me get the fuck outta here! — Ow, FUCK ! God Damn, Jeez, Mother Fuckin’ Fuck. Take that outta me, you sick fuck! TAKE IT OUT !”

“You having vile potty mouth. You stopping with it soon or…”

“TAKE IT FUCKIN ’—OW—FUCK!”

“OR, we be cutting tongue out next.”

“GOD FUCKIN ’ DAMN — JEEZ — Fuck — … help me …”

“Pulse still there. He being okay. When machine being done, you taking him to cell. Only twenty-eight more days to be finishing. He being Santa Claus in time.”