You, too, have known losh. And that losh tormentsh you shtill. You hope hatred… Might shomeday replaish the pain. But it never goesh away. It makesh a man hideoush, inshide and out. Wouldn’t you agree? We both are demonsh. Our humanity won’t return. You. Me. We’ve no plaish to run, nowhere to hide. And that ish why I’ll show you my demon. Follow me, Big Bosh.