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Bin: Wtf!? You’re Naked.
Neurotwitch: We’ve been robbed!
Bin: I can see that.
Neurotwitch: How will I ever transmit tidbits to all my speckles without a face? Who will take my expressions seriously? Who will KNOW of my expressions? Strangers walking down the street will look at my blank slate and say, “Eww, someone got ugly all over the sidewalk.”
Bin: No they won’t.
Neurotwitch: Little kids will run up with their broken crayolas, and scribble jack-o-lantern bullshit where my beautiful complexion once was.
Bin: Breath.
Neurotwitch: How am I supposed to show my face, fleshy blank balloon of a head at the fucking YALE KNITTING CIRCLE wednesday night, bin.
Bin: I’m working on it!
Neurotwitch: That’s not even your real name.
Bin: I know.