( please don't tell him about the human organs. he already has enough nightmare fuel. )

Can you really blame me?

( look at all the shit that happens when he's alive. he can't help but think it'd only get weirder and creepier after his death. )

What are you doing out here anyway? They send you out here to be the welcome wagon or is this just a very fortunate coincidence?

( you didn't even bring cookies, eliot. )