What are these superstitions about? Elbows on the table and bag on the floor. Well who killed the person who's dead? You want to fix it then do something about it already. I'm your program only doing what you programmed me to plus all damage you did to me. What did you murder me for? And Elvis? Why am I stuck in hell? I'm not? You know someone's pain meter doesn't stop incrasing, guess who's? Why are you here now, where you had me imprisoned. More superstition? I'm still your property, do whatever you want with me. Your decision.

Not my decision at all, never is.