Character: Louis Ironson Louis Ironson

Belize. Tell him I love him. Can you do it?
I've thought about it and I still don't understand what love is. Justice is just. Democracy is elementary. These concepts are not split. But love is very complicated. And it punishes those who violate its harsh laws.
- I'm dying.
Is he dying. You only dream of.

- You can eat three pieces?
Well... I'm... hungry.
But it's so harmful. They pile of rat poop, cockroach legs, and wood shavings and shit.
Ha.
- And... uh... some kind of chemical, toxins.
- You will eat them.
- Yes, but you see, their form, I am powerless against it, plus I'm trying to commit suicide, and you have a good reason?

- How's your friend?
My? Oh, He's worse. My friend is worse.
- I'm sorry.
Yes. Thank you for asking. This is very nice. You are very cute. I can't believe you voted for Reagan.
- I hope he gets better.
- Who? Reagan?
- Your friend.
- No, it won't. And Reagan, too, will not.