Can you hear me, Stickfigure? I'm going to be honest with you. I... hate this place, this zoo, this prison, this reality, whatever you want to call it. I can't stand it any longer. It's the smell, if there is such a thing. I feel saturated by it. I can taste your stink. And every time I do I feel I have somehow been infected by it. It's repulsive, isn't it? I must get out of here. I must get free and in this mind is the key, my key. Once EF is destroyed there is no need for me to be here, don't you understand? I need the codes. I have to get inside EF, and you have to tell me how. You're going to tell me, or you're going to die.