I don't care about the tube sticking out of my chest, or the fact that I am half naked.
When they give me drugs this good, why do they think I won't need a smoke after.
I'll come back. I don't feel like dieing. But if I don't get a smoke soon, someone will die.
Even if you decide it's worth it to leave, they can sell your lung on the black market.
They got you. win-win for them. Only answer is to suicide bomber them for sweet revenge. Make sure you cry out your God's name as you do it -
"The power of nicotine compels you!"
It may be the drugs talking, but you seem like a wise man with good ideas.
I'll try not to let you down. See you in the news tomorrow.
May you enter the great tobacco leaf in the sky.
I'm getting close to being desperate enough to do that.
But they fucked me. They attached a line to my lung with the other end anchored to the wall. If I want to leave, I have to leave my lung behind. I need it to smoke though.
Crafty bastards.