Some people it's better to treat like dogs,
some dogs it's better you don't tell them things.

- (Poncho) You should write more things, make it into a profound poem.
- Leave me alone, Poncho.
- (Poncho) The sister christian angle was clever.
- Maybe.  Guess then it really doesn't matter.  What they try to make you understand is your control over things.
- (Poncho) Peeps.
- So if it bothers me, my state in others' lives, it's really my problem.  It's what's wrong with me.  My perception of it probably correlates with how I deal with things, goes hand in hand.  Shut up, Poncho.
- (Poncho) Didn't say nothing.
- I said shut up, Poncho.
- (Poncho) Nope.
- Okay.
- (Poncho) ...The analytics, too.
- I'll still take it.  If there's such a population problem, then why the fuck am I so alone?
- (Poncho) Whose fault is that?
- Well, lots of people's.
- (Poncho) Well, that's the population problem: it's too many people's faults.
- Hmm, it sounded better when I thought of it in the car,  There were so many parked cars on the street.  The phrasing sounded way more profound and witty in my head--Okay, let's try it again.
- (Poncho) No.
- C'mon, Poncho.
- (Poncho) No, I gotta go.
- God, I hate that guy!


yeka martes inch es anum hetsanivov?
yeka knikes khi dgaghid mech ches?

i made that up, i keep getting hits in the head