Pencils, Dust, and Imperfection

You son of a bitch.

You aren't very fun when you scould.

You set his dead mother-in-law on fire.
He's not going to be very pleasant!

You should have been there, Armstrong!
It was such a drag.

So you set my wife's mom of fire to interest you?

He's not very bright, Billie.

If you're so much better, St. Gloria.
Why didn't you stop me?

Because you wouldn't have listened!

You could have at least attempted.
She deserves a lecture too, Armstrong.

I'm not involved in this mess!
Don't put me in just because you can't handle the -

Enough! I'm sick and tired of this!

Of what?

You - both of you!

What did I do?

You both invaded my subconscious! Now, my marriage is on eggshells. What am I supposed to do?

Don't insult us and then ask for our advice.
He's dimmer than I am, Gloria.

Billie, tell Adrienne about Christian.

I can't tell her anything since she won't answer my calls!

Well, where did she go?

I have no idea. I don't know if she went back to California or caught a shuttle to Mars. All of her things are still here in the hotel, but Adrienne would sacrifice leaving all of this stuff behind if it means avoiding me.

She'll get over it - don't worry.
It'll just take time.

How the hell do you know, Gloria? Have you ever set your wife's mom on fire before?

She's already dead; it's not like I killed her.
I just gave the crowd an unforgettable show.

Well, the show's over. This ends here.

What do you mean?

Suicide, naturally.

Cool! Can I watch?

Billie! Be rational. Talk things through with Adri--

Christian's right - I shouldn't be taking advice from the two of you. You aren't even real; it's not like you can help me. The two of you have done everything but help me, actually.

That's Christian, not me!
I told you that he wants to destroy you! I'm protecting you, Billie Joe! Please understand that!

Wait. If you kill yourself, won't I die too?

That's the point, Einstein!
He's killing all three of us.

Don't do it, Armstrong.

Why? Because your fake life matters so much? Because you need to finish destroying me? Because you want me to suffer?

Basically, yeah.

Billie! Please! This is insane!

Insanity is the only thing that's been relevant on my life recently; I've learned to abide by it.

You love Adrienne, right? If she loves you as much as you love her, she'll understand. Just tell her about Christian!

There's no point. I'll be declared officially insane, and my career will be over. Adrienne could never fully forgive me, and, even if she could, my life would never be the same.

She has undying love for you! Are you really willing to throw fifteen years of bliss away?

Her 'undying' love just died.

Find a gun and pull the trigger, Armstrong.
I dare you.

Christian, don't enable him!
Stop being yourself for two seconds and realize that you just destroyed a man's life here.

One...Two.
I've got a better tool for suicide than a gun.

What?

Let me take over like I said before.

There's no way in hell he'll allow you to do that!
Besides, he doesn't remember your offer, remember?

What's your plan, Christian?

You're considering this!?

Let me control you for a few hours.
And I'll surprise you.

What does your idea consist of?

Not much for surprises?
Well, basically, I'll find a way for you to die, but for me to live on the the inside of your body. In the end, you'll be dead, which is what you want, and I'll control a body instead of just a subconscious, which is what I want. It's a win/win situation, right?

Billie, think of us as your conscience. I'm the angel, and Christian's the devil.
Don't listen to the devil!

I'll kill Gloria off too.
I can't survive with all of this bitching.

So, I'll be dead and gone, but you'll be in control? I won't just be a figment of your imagination instead of vice versa?

You'll be dead, yes.
Fully, entirely, and completely dead.

Billie Joe, please! This isn't what you want! Listen to me, please! Please, hear me out!

Deal.

Do your worst, Christian.