You know.. partner, you can't spell friend without an end. There's one inside us all.—a friend. While your friends may rot and decay, I will not. My body DETESTS the idea of rotting. My vinyl face and record will stay in contact, unlike when your friends pass on, and they rot, and rot until their skeleton remains. Though on the contrary, I will start to decay. Years of rust and dust will catch up to me. But even with a missing arm, even if you can't see me, I'll be your friend. Your friend. Your friend. Your friend. I WILL ALWAYS BE YOUR FRIEND. THE FRIEND IS INSIDE YOU ALL ALONG
