Vincent, pal... I know you're listening. I'm not going yo make it. I need you to get rid of my Emma collection... Drawings, poems, little felt figurines I made out of the lint in my cell... There sonnets in there, Vincent. If Emma were to find all the star charts I made about us... It's all in a panel behind camera 5. It's labeled "Baby Pictures"... Before you ask: yes, there are drawings of how our children would look like in there... Actually, there's also a few of how Ray's children would look like, I wonder if he got together with someone. Or if he's alive. But that doesn't matter now... You've gotta do this for me, Vincent. You've got to destroy my stash... And I mean DESTROY that stuff, man... Seriously, the toenail clippings sculpture alone is enough to get a man put away... All the tears I cried after masturbating to the thought of holding Emma's hand... And I'm a strong crier, Vincent... I get dehydrated after ten minutes, but I cry like a waterfall every time... I think part of the thrill was always seeing if I could cry into my mouth and stay hydrated like that, even though the salt would only exacerbate the problem... The first time I did it was a complete accident, but the taste, Vincent... The taste was unlike anything I had ever experienced before... I started to crave it... And that's coming from a guy who did once fainted from standing up too fast. I actually have some details of that in my Emma collection, it's in one of the diaries... Which, again, you REALLY need to get rid of... I cannot overstate the importance of wiping that stuff from the face of the Earth... Okay, what else, what else? Oh, you can have the rubik cube back... I mean, I think some jizz and tears got in the mechanism when I was twisting it, but it's not like I have herpes or anything... Not going to get much of anything anymore. Wait... Do tulpas count? Never mind, I'm dying now... In summation: bless Emma, kill the demons, burn my stash, get the cube... Bleh..