Signals

He doesn't want to listen to you. He doesn't want to listen to anyone. Why do you think he shoved that metal rubar into through his ears? Now, it's the only thing keeping his brain in shape, otherwise the experiments they did on him before would have let it shed itself to flakes, kind of like snakeskin, only the speckles of matter coming out of his mouth would have been his brain matter. The rubar held some chemical in the metal that negated any physical side affects the experiments may have had, or have had.

We keep having to hold him down whenver rain comes. He says he can hear the screams of the innocent being channeled through the thunder, and the raindrops are every life that is lost in the world that day. He sits in the corner and cries because he can do nothing about it except listen to them, agonizing in pain. He tries to run out because he wants lightning to strike the rubar, but I told him that'd just make it worse, possibly fusing the metal there permanently, then who knows what kind of reception he'll get. He might end up hearing angels, devils, ghosts, or even Oprah's oracle which she consults before the taping of every show. She can't be that powerful without some aid from a being of greater power, and, potentially, unending evil.

Now he's crying that the rubar is evil. He's got a chainsaw and is trying to saw off his own head. Gotta go.