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Komeda: Oh…hey…How did he get here? Taka: Komaedaaaa, what did you do?! Komenda: Me? Uh, I didn't do this! Taka: Explain what happened, Komeda! Komeda: I've never seen him before in my life! Taka: Why did you kill this person, Komeda? Komeda: I do not kill people. That is…that is my least favorite thing to do. Taka: Tell me, Komeda, exactly what you were doing before I came home. Komeda: Alright, well…I was upstairs… Taka: Okay… Komeda: I was uh…I was sitting in my room… Taka: Yes? Komeda: reading a book… Taka: Go on…
Komeda: And, uh, well this guy walked in… Taka: Okay… Komeda: So, I went up to him… Taka: Yes… Komeda: And I…I stabbed him 37 times in the chest. (Silence.) Taka: Komedaaaaa, that KILLS people! Komeda: Oh! Well, I didn't know that!! Taka: How could you not know that?! Komeda: Yeah, I'm in the wrong here. I SUCK. (silence) Taka: Why is Hope written with a knife wounds on his chest? Komeda: What's that? Taka: His chest Komeda. Why—why is Hope written into that? Komeda: Well, I kind of umm…love hope. And despair so,,,. (silence) Taka: Komedaaaaaa!! Komeda: Well, I—I am a rement of despair! And well, you know, when you crave murder and hope… Taka: Why on earth would you do that?! Komeda: I was hungry for death! Gimme a break! Taka: Komedaaaa! Komeda: My stomach was making the rumblies. Taka: Komedaaaa! Komeda: That only death would satisfy! Taka: What is wrong with you, Komeda?! Komeda: Well, I kill people and I'm not mentally stables\! That's—that's two things!