Hold your place.
Hear him rage.
Stay away
Locked up.
"I'M GONNA WRECK IT!"
"FIX IT FELIX!"
"I CAN FIX IT!"
No more words.
Programmed.
Not meant to live.
Labeled.
Not meant to fight.
Turbo
Going Turbo.
Don't go Turbo.
Turbo.
Don't go Turbo.
Don't go Turbo.
30th anniversary.
Cake destroyed.
He wanted a medal.
She wanted to race.
She wanted to avenge him.
What did I want?
Turbo-tastic!
Should I?
He has.
Or so they say.
Litwak.
Turbo-tastic.
"FIX IT FELIX!"
I... Cannot.
"FIX IT FELIX!"
Stop.
"I'M GONNA WRECK IT!"
Stop.
"Turbo-tastic!"
Stop.
I... Cannot.
How?
It is broken, cannot fix it.
Lies there broken.
Tears.
Inside tears.
If I cried,
Would they see?
Would they comfort me?
No.
They never do.
Because I don't.
I cry on the inside.
Emotions don't exist.
"FIX IT FELIX!"
NO.
"FIX IT FELIX!"
NO!
"FIX IT FELIX!"
HOW CAN I-
"FIX IT FELIX!"
FIX A BROKEN HEART?!
They say I'm crazy.
I'm not.
Just letting reality sink in.
I. Am. Nothing.
Just a game.
And I'm feeling...
Something unknown.
Emotions.
Emotions.
Don't exist.
Locked up.
In cages.
Not for me.
Emotions, run free.
In their place.
My sanity.