Yeah.

What more they gonna do to me? I don't care.

What more they gonna do to me? They've already taken my phone for months, taken up e-messages for months, taken everything for months.

They gotta feed me, and if they wanna act a fool and don't feed me, guess who needs to lose weight? Me.

I'll be all right.

I just don't let it bother me.

I've lived so long being afraid.

How has talking to her been, uh, since the tablet?