Carnival Nevermore - Lemonie
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Lemonie.

Hey, dear Doctor, uuu please, heal me!
Hey, dear Doctor, you should kill me!
Cause I hate everyone from nine until five
In these moments, you know, I hate all my life!

"Mr. Lemonie’s Pill-store". What are you looking for?!

The time is nearing noon. And there will be a carnage soon.
The queue is moving slowly. hoooooooooooooo
Сash register rings. «I hate them all!»,- He thinks. «I hate them all!»,- He thinks. hooooooooooo

"Mr. Lemonie’s Pill-store". A frightening stranger enters the door.

Black coat, tophat and glasses. Pale face. His collar’s raised, hands in the pockets. It looks like he’s just left the chase.

Hey, dear Doctor, uuu please, heal me!
Hey, dear Doctor, you should kill me!
I need to kill my mother-in-law, kill my wife!
They all tortured my mind - so I’ve sharpened my knife!

Hey, Doctor! Just give me a pill!
Dark Passenger says: “It’s time to kill!”

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(A dialogue between stranger and his Dark Passenger (his alter-ego)

- Stop standing here in the queue like a fool. Just look at these fellows. You know what to do! You hate the queues! You’ve got a recipe on how to quickly cut this one!
- Leave me alone! There are a lot of muttering people here even without you. Just shut up, damn voice in my head!
- Don’t be so sad! That's the point. A lot of people? Sooo...
- Shut up. Ma'am, are you soon?
- Just look: She has come to the pill-store, just as if to the market. It seems she buys medicines for a whole army of old stinky people with amnesia and weak stomachs! “Please, give me this, please, give me that and a little bit of that. If you please. Such a polite and slow miss”. It's just unbearable!
- Shut up. She is just leaving! Our turn!
- Stop being silent, I warn. Just look at this sad bearded doctor. He's just an illustration of his meaningless life. Oppressed by his mother-in-law and his wife. Kill the doctor! Deliver us from boredom and him from his torment!
- He is not a doctor. He is an apothecary.
- Doctor, not a doctor. I don’t care! All the same, kill him!
- Shut up. We are here on business.
- Just look at this old woman who sniffs behind, pointedly urging us. Doesn’t she see that we are here on business? I think she is about to fall down in the dust. Let's check! You grab your knife and I will take a broom to sweep away the dusty guts of a dusty old woman!

(Mr. Lemonie enters into a dialogue)

- What do you need, Sir?
- Yes, what do you need, sir? To open someone's belly, maybe?
- Tablets for manic craving for the murder of others.
- Do you have a prescription?
- Do we have a prescription?
- Of course, I have a prescription.
- Let me take a look… Good. How many pills do you need?
- There is nothing to help us here, I'm afraid. We’re just walking in a public place with a knife in our pocket and hatred in mind. You see, we are mad!
- Dozen, please. And something to drown out the voices in my head.
- Selfish!
- Anything else?
- Drops to be patient. Something to ignore someone's ignorance and...
- And?
- And?
- A cup of water, please.
- You’re gonna swallow all these pills now? You're crazy! It’s impolite to expel guests! It’s rude!
- Taking them now? Good.
- Thank you…

Cash register is ringing once more and you, Lemonie, are looking around you: you‘re here all alone.
Pill Store is empty now, where is the queue, Lemonie, where is everyone?
They all disappeared, and your lips, Lemonie, are wet, and a bitter taste (of a pill) in your throat.
Oh, Lemonie, Lemonie. A cup of water is in your own hand. Where is everyone?