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[Another broadcast so soon? Why certainly. Poor Lyle’s paranoia, while it’s been pretty mild so far, seems to have upped itself a notch. Maybe it’s because almost everyone he knows being crazy now to the point where it’s OVER 9000; maybe it’s had something to do with the run-in with the Doctor; or maybe it’s just taken a little longer to get to him. But right now he’s hearing voices, and what they’re saying isn’t pretty.

And while he’s stalking around the planet with a face like thunder and doing his best to ignore them, it doesn’t seem to be working. Even the small crowd of frogs that are following him around and croaking plaintively at him aren't distracting him enough.]

Shut up. You’re not real. Shut up.

[They like him better. All of them do. It’s easy to see why. Did you really think you could live up to that, “Lockon Stratos”?]

Shut up! I’m not him, I don’t need to be compared to him!

[How pathetic are you? Do you think that just because you made that shot on the Memento Mori they’re going to stop comparing the two of you? Or are you just going to run away from the ugly truth again?]

You’re not real. I don’t need to listen to you. You’re not fucking real!

[You’re a coward, Lyle Dylandy. You’ve got no fight in you. You couldn't even persuade him that what he was seeing wasn't real! No wonder he couldn’t stand the sight of you earlier.]

SHUT UP!

[It's probably a good job that the voices are just in his head, because he sure as hell wouldn't want anyone to hear what they were saying.]