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You’re a voice in mine. You’re a ing hallucination, why can’t I get rid of you? You need me. No, I don’t, I really don’t anymore. Hey, you created me. I didn’t create some loser alter ego to make myself feel better. Take some responsibility. I do. I am responsible for all of it, and I accept that. So please, I’m begging you, please call this of f. Have I ever let us down? How far have you come because of me? I will bring us through this. As always, I will carry you, kicking and screaming, and in the end, you will thank me. Tyler. Tyler, I’m grateful to you for everything that you’ve done for me. But this is too much. I don’t want this. What do you want?! Want to go back to the -job, ing condo world, watching sitcoms? you. I won’t do it. Oh, God, this can’t be happening. It’s already done, so shut up. seconds. Can you see alright? I can figure this out. I can figure this out, this isn’t even real. You’re not real, that gun isn’t- That gun isn’t even in your hand. The gun’s in my hand. Hey, good for you. Doesn’t change a thing. Why do you want to put a gun to your head? Not my head, Tyler. Our head. Interesting. Where are you going with this, I KEA boy? Hey, it’s you and me. Friends. Tyler game I want you to really listen to me. OK. My eyes are open. What’s that smell? Where is everybody? I don’t know, what’s goin’ on? Mr. Durden! Oh, my God. Sir? Are you, uh game Are you alright, sir? Oh, yeah, I’m OK. You look terrible, sir. What happened? Oh, nothing. It’s no problem. Oh, no, no, sir, he’s not kidding. You look really awful. You need medical assistance. I’m fine. Ugh. Look, I’m fine. Everything’s fine. Let-Let her go. Christ almighty! You! Hi, Marla. Leave her with me, get your stuff, I’ll meet you downstairs. Are you sure? Yes, I’m sure. You er! What kind of sick ing game are you playing now, putting me on a ing bu- Oh, my God, your face! Yeah, I know. What happened? Don’t ask. You’re shot. Yes, I’m shot. Oh, my God. I can’t believe he’s standing. One tough mother er. Who did this? I did, actually.