Keep it to the right—no, the left. Keep it inside you and don’t let it go. Don’t let it hurt anyone else, don’t let it out. Don’t let it sit around either, just cage it up. Some animals strike from beyond the scenes, inflicting venomous wounds. They need caging the most. Stop it in its tracks, then put a muzzle on it. Your hands are shaking, I know, but it’s ok; we are all here for you. Sometimes it’s your fault, but it’s always the beast’s fault and that’s the only real matter here. Just down those pills and you’ll be fine. Put it away, you’re still normal too. Every. Day. Normal. Unless, of course, the wicked poison runs to your core. Screw around in your brain and mess you up good. If that’s the case you’re just the lycanthropic vermin, waiting to bite another victim with your cursed fire. So don’t let that moon shine on you. Help each other and we will help you; because we know the best of us agree, there’s too much AID to go around already.