first in comes the begger, who spoke to himself when angry confused or enthralling he said to the many, "I nary had any from the moment I crawled I kept crawling..." he said to himself, "stupid fuck get a spine, to think with this this twat, I had to share mine!" Enraged by the cruelty he'd spoke to himself Ay replies to Bee: "this one here, the tired old slob... wonders why, on earth it could be we could never keep us a job!" Mr. Bee, the attacker, is not as it seems, he exists surely as we. Mr Ay had no spine and there often come times that require a Mr Bee when came along any drama it got no reactions from mama come schoolyard scuffles, or breaking his nose, wether he cried for new toys, or shared childish joys, or how daddy's touch had been shameful and gross not a flinch or a flutter from his absentee mother like nothing on earth could rouse move or harm-uh Mr Bee, with his spine arrived just in time... taking on all of the trauma. now that you've met Ay and Bee you'd cry: "why, tell me please, how it could be? I would see that his burdens were ceased." with truest of tears you'd sadly sob, but if I was a better, I'd bet you'd have never been the one that would give him a job... before you think me callous or cold when defenses take hold when you allow it to make you feel small. intention in thought, still shows a lot remember, none who take breath here, are all...
