- You are real, right?
- I'm as real as a donut, motherfucker.
This is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back. You take the blue pill - the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill - you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes.
Anybody accidentally kills anybody in a fight, they go to jail. It's called manslaughter. I think all that lethal weapon horseshit is just an excuse so you dancers never have to get in a real fight.
I'd like to share a revelation that I've had during my time here. It came to me when I tried to classify your species and I realized that you're not actually mammals. Every mammal on this planet instinctively develops a natural equilibrium with the surrounding environment but you humans do not. You move to an area and you multiply and multiply until every natural resource is consumed and the only way you can survive is to spread to another area.
What the hell are you looking at, you little ginger-haired fucker?
- My buddy and his dog killed two of them and, no shit, I torched the last one.
- Yeah, I burnt her ass to a crisp.
Sooner or later you're going to realize just as I did that there's a difference between knowing the path and walking the path.
- Do not try and bend the spoon. That's impossible. Instead, only try to realize the truth.
- What truth?
- There is no spoon.