JACOB: Paint the walls. The wood is splitting and I won't stand for it. Put up a fresh coat, cover up the lies. I'm getting a headache. Splitting my cranium. My walls are getting closer. Square feet area shrinking. I think I need to move out. Leave me alone! Just crawl out my front door. Oh stand aside. Be polite, I'll show you out. Pace back and forth and back and forth

J&PATRICK:Please don't leave me all alone

P:I'm sorry, please come back in. I can be so rash sometimes. Would you like me to prepare some tea? A Glass of Green Tea. What the fuck are you doing? I said get the fuck out. Get the fuck out of my house or I'll fucking kill you

J: Finally, Peace at last. Boy I sure hope it lasts. Finally peace at last. Boy, my house sure is small

P: Misunderstanding paranoia. Circulating my psychosis. Renovate mass phobia. Disregard my diagnosis. I need one more line

What are you planning to do? When your life finally breaks? When your wrists finally leak? When your lungs fill with black?