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What's it like in paradise, Phil?
What's it like where the Angels sing and you're in pure bliss?
What's it like to be in eternal happiness?
What's it like to be happy?
Because I'm in hell.
I'm in hell without you, Phil.
I can't be bothered.
I cannot be bothered.
I cannot do anything.
Because I cannot be bothered without you.
I love you, Phil.