John : Tell me about the red room .
George : Umm ... Gosh , I don't know if human words can do justice to all of the room's mysteries .
John : *sigh* ... It's red and it's a room ... right ?
George : And smells of , variously , feces and blood . ... And is the color of blood .
John : Yes . It's red . I know that .
George : And it wasn't in the original house plans , and I saw Ronnie Defeo's mug in it . And the dog was afraid of it . And in the movie it was the gateway to hell . ... And that's the biggest mystery , because it was not , in fact , the gateway to hell . That dubious distinction goes to my nostrils in tandem ... atleast , when I had the demon inside of me . I mean , the demon was probably down in my heart , and that's a long ways from my nostrils , and in any case there's no direct way to get to the heart through going through the nostrils . But I believe there had to have been some way to enter the hell that was inside of me .
John : Through an opening in your body ?
George : Through an opening in my body . Without a doubt . Definitely .
John : And , as I understand it , you had a nagging suspicion that pigs may have been sacrificed in there ?
George : Not in my body , but in the red room .
John : Yes , that's what I was talking about ; that's the topic of the moment , is it not ? I mean , that's something that your body probably absolutely never will be , atleast not in a sexual way .
George : I ... I wasn't speaking of my body in a sexual way ; I was speaking of it being a ga-
John : Yes , yes ! I know that George ! But let's just get one thing straight right now ... My intention - partly - is to insult you periodically , and sometimes even with no good reason . Did you know that ?
George : No , I di-
John : Probably not , 'cause you're so stupid .
George : ...
John : *sigh* ... George , George , George ... What are we gonna do with you ?
George : I was about to say that I didn't know your intention is to insult me , but the fact that I didn't know that had nothing to do with my intelligence , but rather a failure on your part to tell me ...
John : Oh , will you just shut up , you **** ***-hole !!
George : ... before hand that that was and is your intention . And I sincerely believe it now ; it is . And ... *sigh* ... I'm no stranger to that sort of derision .
John : No , George , but you are a stranger to a host of children out there , an' if you so much as offer any one of them a stick of gum or a piece of candy , I promise you I'll kick your *** so hard you'll be flying higher than the probability that everyone HATES YOU !!!
George : ... ... ... I'm assuming there're more questions ?
John : Yes .... all in good time , George ... or bad ones ... such as these .
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