Duration: 1m51s

Mr. Bad News. 'Bout time you show up. Don't be feisty, sister. I'm not feisty, mister. You come for me? That's good news. No, I come to see the doctor. - Doctor? - Mm-hmm. - What could be wrong with you? - Nothin'. Ohh. You come to see doctor lady? - Yeah, man. - My doctor lady? Mine too, you know. You're in love? You're loved back? She know your real self? - She know how she feel. - Backside! What the hell kind of business this is. Don't need you okayin'. Schoolboy things in your head. Badness for you. Badness for her. Badness for me, lyin' here, tumor big as a breadfruit, poisonin' me inside, and waitin'. Bring you flowers, and all I's gettin' is aggravation. The only flowers I want to see... is the ones over my peaceful self resting in the dirt. Can't do no right by people. Come to take you, you want to stay. Leave you stay, you want to go. Rahtid.