[You had had a rough day at work, and it all boiled over into you getting into a shouting match with someone who pushed your buttons a little too much, and you stormed out and sat down on the sidewalk. Now you were here, having Tom sit with you, trying to talk to you, but you were giving him no sign that it was working to the point that he finally stooped to something he never thought he would. Singing.]

"So things look bad, and your back's against the wall...your whole existence feels fuckin' hopeless...You're feelin' filthy as a burst-up inky pipe...can't face the world sober and dopeless~"

[You groaned, burying your face in your knees.]

"You've lost your way...you think your life is wrecked...well let me just say you're...correct~!"