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You roll your eyes at the thing to say "C'mon, protest posters aren't art" and then you roll your eyes in the other direction to say "this sculpture over here might be art." Against the far wall is a stone bust of . . . of . . . of YOU??? Well, of your old body, before Chestnut Marvelington cut off your hair and switched your brains. Your remarks seem to remind the thing of something and it pronounces in its typically long drawn out way that we should really get down to the business of your assisted suicide.
  1. "I was thinking the very same thing. What have you got in mind?"
  2. "What's the deal with this bust anyway?"
  3. "Why the rush? I'm starting to second guess this suicide business."