“Be careful what you wish for, you might just get it. You might also not get it, but get punished for the wish regardless.”
“I doubt you’ve ever been to a good old pub gig, Jasper. Too common and mundane for a pretentious, psychopathic fuckwit like you, I imagine. There is a rare breed of asshole who sometimes turns up, and they are as popular as Tombstone at a Foley family reunion. When the hits have been played, when the fun has been had, the time slot has passed and the night is winding down, there is one drunk asshole who keeps yelling ‘encore!’.”
“Nobody else wants it. The set list was lovingly constructed, designed to give people a great experience that builds up to a crescendo at the end to send everyone home happy. However, all this pea-brained dickwad can think is ‘Had fun. Want more fun. Give me more’. It doesn’t matter the band wanna get back to their families, it doesn’t matter that the equipment is already in the back of a van, it doesn’t matter that last call was ten minutes ago… He knows what he wants, and by jove he’s gonna yell until he gets it!”
“As the venue empties out and the staff are desperate to shut up shop, he’s still at it. This singularly minded imbecile refuses to abandon his fixation, and as the security asks him to leave, his only response is ‘encore!’ The CCTV mysteriously gets turned off, and five minutes later his ass is on the pavement and he’s missing some teeth. Nobody feels sorry for him.”
“Jasper, you are that drunken douchenozzle. You had your fun, your little power trip, and it came to a natural end when, even after all your games, I put you down… But you just couldn’t move on, could you? You are so desperate for deep cuts and B-sides that you still gotta get on my case. Naturally, the APD have been as helpful as a molotov in a forest fire, so I guess I gotta be that bouncer.”
“Look, I’m no saint. I’ve been that guy. I mean, Draven? The Last Rose? Hello? Draven didn’t want it, the world didn’t want it, the only person who did was me. Newsflash, I didn’t get what I want. The only person who got it worse than me was ‘Raven’, who got his ass kicked and then was dead not long after. I learned my lesson after one go around, but it seems you need a little help in reaching closure.”
“So I offer you a new muse. I offer you a visage of pain and horror. I offer you a depiction of misery and pain. I am going to inspire you to pick up a paintbrush, because I am sick of running. I am tired of hiding. I am going to turn your face into a fucking crime scene, so that in the weeks to come you look at your mangled face with a tear in your eye, muttering to yourself… “This is beautiful”.”
“You’re welcome for the art.”