You're Hideous, You Know That, Right?

Want A Sugar Cube?" He Asks In His Old Seductive Voice.

Don't. Don't Let's Pretend When There's No One Around.

You Can’t Miss Your Schedule. Every Morning, You’re Supposed To Stick Your Right Arm In This Contraption In The Wall. It Tattoos The Smooth Inside Of Your Forearm With Your Schedule For The Day In A Sickly Purple Ink. 7:00—breakfast. 7:30—kitchen Duties. 8:30—education Center, Room 17. And So On. The Ink Is Indelible Until 22:00—bathing

Who Says I Can't Handle It? I Can Handle It," Said Gregor Obviously Not Handling It.

Instead, I Watch Myself Get Shot On Television.