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: Human dreams... such fertile ground for the seeds of torment. You're so ripe Joey, and it's harvest time.
But this isn't fair! You can't!
: Save your tears. I'll reap your sorrow slowly. I have centuries to discover the things that make you whimper.
: You bastard! You invaded my mind!
: You think your nighttime world is closed to me? Your mind is so naked. A book that yearns to be read. A door that begs to be opened.