Dammit, Cohen, you really need to mellow out. Go take a spa day or something. Get a massage.

(For those of you keeping score at home, Ilsa is the Wolf.)

Cohen: No . . . Injuries never heal that fast, do they.

And Ilsa doesn’t play the Game on easy mode. You did a good job. Sit.

What I don’t understand is why you get injured at all. You’re made of dirt. And you were probably made specifically to fight battles that are too dangerous for humans! So why on earth would you be designed to bruise like one? It doesn’t make any goddamn sense . . .

Whoever’s hands originally tried to shape you were either sadistic . . . or incompetent.

You’re such a good boy, and you work so hard . . .


Cohen: . . . but you’re broken. Someone needs to fix you.