HOW’S THE ENDOSCOPY GOING, CHARLES? ARE YOU COMFORTABLE?
LOOK INTO THE GALAXIES INSIDE MY MIND. EXPERIENCE ABSOLUTION, AND ALSO RELEASE. THE PAINS OF YOUR BODY WILL MELT AWAY. THE PRESSURE OF YOUR MUNDANE EXISTENCE WILL LESSEN, AND DISAPPEAR. UNBURDENED, YOU WILL ASCEND, WEIGHTLESS, INTO THE VOID. DO YOU SEE MY NEBULAE? DO YOU PERCEIVE THE BIRTH OF STARS WITHIN MY EYES? I AM THE ANSWER TO YOUR QUESTION. I AM THE GOD YOU HAVE STRUGGLED ALL THESE YEARS IN VAIN TO HEAR.
WORSHIP ME, CHARLES. SING MY PRAISES. BECOME A PART OF ME.
Mr. Leavenworth? Can you hear me? I know you’re on a lot of demerol. Please hold still, there’s a bug on your face. I don’t want you to flinch while the tube is still in.
IGNORE HIM, CHARLES. I SHALL NOT MAKE THIS OFFER AGAIN.
WORSHIP ME AND LIVE FOREVER.