He looks up at you dramatically... "Being attractive...is its own sort of prison..." He turned away before you said anything

"What if we stopped offering thoughts and prayers..." He looks back at you "But instead offered prayers and thoughts?" He looks away dramatically again and you don't even think about speaking at this point as the brain rot pours into your head.

"For many years...we've watched TV...but now...the TV watches us..." He looks at you as if he just gained a huge insight putting his finger on his chin thoughtfully

"My new motto for mental health...real eyes...realize...real...lies...sit with that one for a minute..." He whispered the end as if every felt like it was some deep quote...