I pant as I here a electric screw driver . I start to whimper as it comes closer to me. What are they doing to me? Don't they know I have no flaws? Then it touches my screws and it turns.

I twitch and flail and my legs slide down. "Steady there." Says the mechanic. As they unscrew the last one they pull my face lose. And all I have are a tangle of wires and red eyes.

Then two mechanics hold my arm, and pull my arm off. I can't speak, I'm too paranoid. Then they take a blue bunny and repaint my face blue with make up and screw it on. Then they paint my arm blue and screw it on him. And take him on stage.

I'm all alone. Broken. Useless. What next? Screw my legs of? Repaint the only thing I'm known for my guitar? I look down crying, even my voice is messed up. Scratched up, and fogged.