12: The Sacrifice, The Victim.
These Bleeding Eyes Are Yours To Bait. I'm Lying At Your Sacrificial Altar. Take The Sacrificial Knife & Cut. This Lamb Was Born To Slaughter, Yet I Stare At You With Big, Brown, Sheepy Eyes. I'd Like To Wave You All Good-bye. Like To Wave You All Good-bye. Can You Help Me? RICK [flaming Krishna; Davidson College alumnus; Elton John's husbear] Found Me Tied Up To The Tether, Praying For The Spell To Be Shattered. Our Lips Were Sealed As A Kiss. A Kiss That Has Zero Ropes, Zero Strings, Zero Offers. I Don't Owe Him. Be Quite Sure, He Does Not Owe Me.