I don't have the body for that. I don't possess the will to walk. I crawl - to you. I can't survive a climate like this. My bones are brittle - they're piss and they're wind. I am certain. Maybe they don't make them quite like they used to. I'll ascertain all the knowledge thay I can. Maybe I'll survive this, maybe I'll surprise myself someday. Cause I'm strong. Maybe they don't make them quite like I used to. I don't have the body for that. I don't have the body.