Are you there? Will I see you at the last? Have you a neck by which to throttle you? Have you a heart? Damn you eternally have you a soul? Oh God. Oh God.
YOU - Yes sir! Forge me into organic steel, coach!
PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - It's going to take blood, sweat, piss, and tears, but when I'm done with you, boy, you will be a Master Athlete!
YOU - Wait, why piss?
HALF LIGHT - Damn, that felt *good*. Your heart's pounding nicely. You should tell people to fuck off more often.
YOU - It's not really my style.
HALF LIGHT - Hey, I've got an idea on how to fix your style. Maybe you should just go fuck yourself?