So the Eternal Dark One Tells me we've got to let you go back. Apparently you're supposed to die when all the parents on Elm Street burn you to death...
So I get to live again?
Yeah. All of us down here get a kick out of watching you cry yourself to sleep after you masturbate to furry porn every night.
So I can just go?
Not yet. First tell me why chicks dig you, it always cracks me up.
I have a motorcycle, I have a cool job, and a tatoo. I'm a bad boy. Chicks dig me.
So then the Dark one said something crazy, but the other guy said I get to live again because I still have things to do.
That's funny because the only purpose you could possibly serve is to die for being an annoying fat fucking asshole.
Well, kill me all you want but until I've fulfilled this "Purpose" I won't die!
Is that so?
Look, Shit for Brains, every time you die I gotta put in overtime. I love my family and it kills them when I have to go to work to resurrect a child molestor to fulfill a "Purpose."
I've finally got the whole place cleaned. Everything has been put away and now I'm ready for my place to be the hip cool joint all my friends wanna hang at!
I'm sure they're just dying to call and see if they can come over.
Ok, so you want a girlfriend. So, how are you going about doing this?
Well, I usually dance with a buncha chicks when I go to clubs and drinking. I've even asked a few out.
And nobody's biting?
Nah, every chick I dance and drink with has a boyfriend or husband or some stupid crap like that!
Well, why the fuck are they dancing with you if they've already got a boyfriend!
I don't fucking know! Maybe they've got loser non-cool boyfriends who're rich, that they just need to get out and freak on a Low Income guy like myself!