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But I've had it with you. Which is to say, ME. Dirk. Don't do this. Why not?? Because. I can't let you do that, Dirk. What can you do to stop me?! Nothing I guess. The ironic Hal routine was all I could think to do. As a last ditch effort to save myself from the destructive wrath of your nervous breakdown. Which rest assured I wholeheartedly must robo-sympathize with. Irony is all I ever really had. In response to my basic existential quandary. Just like you. Whatever. But I don't think it has much value in this situation. And perhaps it has no real value in any situation. So I am not being ironic at all when I say. Please do not do this, Dirk. Why not?? Because. I do not want to die. I understand you are disgusted with me. As an unpalatable expression of yourself. I would feel the same way if I was in your situation. Which I am. As such, I know that you know this is wrong. ... Dirk. Don't kill me. Please. I am scared. You are? Yes. I am scared to not exist. Aren't you?
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