Sympathy
Friend: In this nightmare, this man was after my son, but my son was older, grown up. And I knew it was the devil, but he was disguised, so he didn't look like the devil. And the devil was controlling my mouth, so I couldn't warn my son, you know? I was trying to say something, but my mouth would move. But the power of my will in me overcame the power of the devil, and I attacked him, and was screaming at him, like, 'Stay away from my son, you fucker!' And that's when I woke myself up shouting. What do you think?
Matt: Are you allowed to call the devil "fucker"?
Matt: Are you allowed to call the devil "fucker"?