Klaus (old)/Introduction

Clay narrows her eyes at Klaus. "What's yuh schtick? How come yuh act all bugfuck cuhwazy?" --"Why? Why do animals fuck in the Spring? It's just what they do, baby. I don't have a motive."

"Not enough shrinks to contain all the madness... you know, that's ALL they wanna do is contain. What they don't understand is they can't contain it. It's.. Uncontainable. Incurable virus. And it's Gonna Get You Too. Hahahaha!"

"See... you play the hostile game to strangers... when I play the grand game of LOVE! Everyone in this little place... thinking they know what's up! Thinking they are SANE, that I'm... beneATH THEM!" He growls that last, his tone suddenly changing. "That they're entitled to their.. prescious little opinions...... but... the truth is... This.... Is what owns you." He lifts the Orange Mocha Frappuchino. "You're not your dreads. Not your Artsy Fartsy style. Not your furniture. Not the shit you drink. You are... on the brink of knowledge, but all you need... is a little PUSh!"