I don't think I can go on, Plinky. I can't make sense of anything.
You've just got a touch of the Maze-Madness. You'll be fine.
No, no, that's not it. Plinky, do you ever ask yourself, if we're ghosts, what were our lives before? Hmm? Who were we?
That's crazy talk.
You're not fucking listening to me, man! Who the hell are we? What are we doing here? Sometimes I want to get chomped and I want to be chomped forever.
You know what you need? A lap around the maze! We'll even go through the little portal thingies.
