"Who the hell do you think I am? some bucking Chem addict thats out of supply? If it was that simple I think I would have just gotten a-hold of some, DONT YOU THINK?" He was angry now, narrowing his eyes at his friend, his voice taking a deeply sarcastic tone. "Help? Bloody HELP? Thats what you think I need? HELP? Oh, no, that ideas quite nice idea actually, I think Ill just check myself into a hosp- NO SHIT I NEED HELP! Not the type of help any of YOU can give me. He stared deep into the grey ponies blue eyes, he started to laugh once again, slowly and deeply at first, but raising progressively in volume and pitch. "You talk like this is concerning you, like something wrong. Who says there anything wrong with me? Huh? Or are you just.... scared?