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HABIT: Can I come in?

Jeff: Who's behind me?

HABIT: Not so much of a who, more of a what.

And as to what it is, hell I'm not even really sure what makes it tick, but uh

It does its job pretty well. You can consider it just a cameraman, okay?

So how're we feeling? We feeling good? Feeling sassy?

No?

I can understand you being disgruntled, I can understand you being a little bit disappointed,

being taken out of the game.

You were close to some sort of clue or somethin', I guess.

Not really, but you were trying and that's what counts.

See that's what's great about you man. It's also the reason that you're gonna die.

[distorted EVERYMANHYBRID theme plays]

HABIT: But, fuck it,

'cause you're smart.

Yeah, you're clever.

Now, he fuckin' hates that. I love it. Kind of.

But see, you're a thinker. You watch, and you learn.

You figure out puzzles and shit.

Evan, he's just an animal, he just runs in, he doesn't care what the fuck's going on. He's an idiot.

Vinny,

well he's more of a leader, more of a visionary, more of tryin' to

keep everybody moving. Keep the ball rollin', keep everybody together. Safe.

But you,

you want to figure it all out.

But that's not all there is to you, is there?

So I hope you understand that

that's why we can't let you live.

Jeff: Why

why wait 'til now?

HABIT: An excellent question. Again, see, you're smart 'n shit, I love it!

Why wait 'til now?

How many people have you lost?

How many bodies have we

taken from you, mauled, torn apart?

Hm?

A few? More than a few?

Doesn't matter.

Wounds to the heart,

they never heal.

That's why we waited. We wanted to pulverize you,

punish ya,

wanted to make ya all squishy!

It was, you could think,

his attempt to break you.

That stick-in-the-mud.

See he hates that he can't control you. He can control lots of people, don't know if you knew that.

Not you, no.

Not you. Not Steph. Not Corenthal.

That's why he punishes them.

He takes everything from them.

Children,

family,

friends,

pets!

Well, that's not really his department but, still.

He can't get to ya.

Something about ya, just fights it.

Now,

Why wait till now?

You guys are all that's left,

plus I'm real fucking impatient.

[laughs]

And now it's my fucking turn!

Now it's time to break you for real.

Jeff: What else do you have to take?

[drags knife across floor] HABIT: Whaddaya mean?

Jeff: You said I'm broken.

What else do I have?

HABIT: You'd be surprised at what I can take from you.

People always think that when they're down and out,

when everything is gone from them

that they can fight forever.

And that they can die.

Whether bloody or

peaceful, doesn't matter.

They think that it's all done, they think that's its all over with.

You think your heart's dead?

[laughs]

Mostly, but not yet. You think your body's broken? Not even close.

But that doesn't matter does it?

'Cause you figure, "I won't care."

"Do it. Cut me open HABIT, gut me like a fish."

"Cut off my fingers, chew 'em in front of me. I won't care."

"I won't give a shit. I won't scream, I won't beg, I won't cry."

But you will.

They always do.

And in that moment, I'll be there

to piss in your wounds, and to burn you alive.

You think you're untouchable?

Not even God can hide from me.

By the way, I hope you like your brother's memento.

Jeff: Fuck you.

[laughs] HABIT: "Fuck you."

"Fuck you."

Do you even know why you said that?

No, no idea?

Was it anger?

Was it

trying to get footing? Trying to get leverage in the situation?

Trying to make me think?

See,

I've interrogated lots of people, hurt lots of people, tortured lots of people,I've done lots of terrible fucking things to people.

I've had thousands of people, millions, billions

across my tables.

And you'd be surprised at how many do that.

One time I had a guy's legs off, right? Hanging in front of them and I was making them dance

And he said "fuck you". He said, "Go to hell and fuck you." You know why? Because he felt,

got 'em. There's one punch I can throw and that's it! A spit in the eye! A curse to the heavens!

"Fuck that little bitch!"

You know how little it matters?

The last

curses, the last

desperate calls and insults of me.

When a pig squeals before it's slaughtered,

do the butchers care?

No.

Some of them even relish it.

So, thanks.

You ready?

'Cause it's about to get a lot more fun in here!