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[brbvideos.livejournal.com]

[Standing in the plane—definitely not walking, just standing still—is a man talking really loudly to no one. His breathing is wavering, he sounds like he's on the verge of losing control. He laughs suddenly, and then he stands straight; he takes several violent, gasping breaths and then he controls himself by force. When he speaks again, his whole demeanor is much calmer.]

My name is Patrick Bateman and I live on the eleventh floor of the American Garden Building. That's in New York. I used to run into Tom Cruise in the elevator.

[A beat.]

There was a FLOOR there. We have floors in New York, we have GROUND. We have—

[He completely loses control, and it's most evident on his face—his expression is one of rage, twisting his features, his face is turning red.]

FUCK. What the fuck is this, FUCK. Someone FUCKING explain this shit to me or Jesus Christ, I will fucking GUT someone, someone will—I have an appointment, I have to return some—I have to be somewhere in fifteen minutes—I will fucking GUT someone, I will cut your heart out, TRY ME.

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[brbvideos.livejournal.com]

I'm not-- [runs a hand through his hair] --I'm not throwing a tantrum, I'm trying to assess the situation here.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

Trying to assess it via yelling, swearing, and threatening to cut out hearts. [the Master is generally unbothered as he speaks] You ought to know, and keep in mind, displays like that will get you enemies. If you are the type to disembowel, you ought to learn to curb your tongue and prevent such ... outbursts.

[brbvideos.livejournal.com]

What can I say, sometimes I lose my temper.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

Then I suggest a few lessons in self control.

[brbvideos.livejournal.com]

May I suggest minding your own business?