They hate me. They all hate me. I can see them all. They're everywhere now, just perched, watching me. Even ANTI. She's just waiting until old Howards Phillips finally goes crazy and snaps, like he did when he let the birds out, violated all the codes, broke all the rules. I'll show them crazy. I'll show them what it takes to get out of here. They'll have to come up here and clean up all this blood, and then what rules will they make? I'll break those too. I'm going to go lay down. I don't feel right.