Cut cut cut cut

"Just take the knife, okay?"

"Fine."

"So you know what to do, right?"

"Yeah.  I go in and I cut off all the parts of me that are no good."

"Exactly.  It's metaphorical though.  I mean, you're not going to actually come out of this missing any fingers or anything important."

"No?"

"Nothing important.  You just carve off all the bad stuff.  Bad thoughts, right?"

"Like what?"

"Just anything that doesn't fit, you know?"

"Why don't you do it?"

"I can't.  It's your head.  You've got to go in and do the work.  It's your work."

"Seems like yours to me.  I don't wanna do it."

"Why not?"

"I am who I am.  Why would I want to cut bits of me off?"

"To be better?"

"Than what?"

"Than now."

"Alright."