The Eye: State your name, for the record.
Frankie: I'm Frankie Beckett... my brother is one of you. Just bring him in here, he can explain everything.
The Eye: Drink.
Frankie: No... thanks. I don't do chems. My brother does them and he's always getting hurt and sick... so I don't. If it's all the same to you. No thanks.
The Eye: More.
Frankie: *sobbing* I don't feel okay...
The Eye: Finish it!
Frankie: Is that... an eye? Those are eyes. Oh god.... oh my god.