I was born with glass bones and paper skin. Every morning, I break my legs, and every afternoon, I break my arms.
At night, I lay awake in agony until my heart attacks put me to sleep.
Oh, no...
Ow...
Come on, Patrick, let's help him!
Careful, put him down gently.
Ow...!
Poor, poor man. Is there anything, anything we can do to help you?
Well, there is one thing... as you can imagine, my medical bills are extremely high, but luckily, I am able to keep myself alive by selling... chocolate bars.