HAKEEM: Oh, I remember you. Those were the days when my dreams were happy.
HAKEEM: The late night TrueChat conversations, the mouse experiments we ran together, the dance videos you sent me, watching alternate universe shows and movies, gossiping about the other scientists…

DESMODENA: pretty sure those guys are robots bee tee dubs

HAKEEM: Shut UP! This is what I'm talking about. Stop distracting me with your nonsensical drivel!
HAKEEM: I don't care what you say, "Des". I'm not falling for the elaborate illusion anymore.
HAKEEM: Nothing that's been happening should be possible! I don't even remember what happened before I came to work at TrueCorp! So there's only one thing that makes sense. The clues are everywhere, and it just gets obvious the longer you pay attention.
HAKEEM: You're not real. NONE OF THIS IS!
HAKEEM: I don't know if it's a dream or a psychotic break or what, but it's FAKE and SO ARE YOU!

DESMODENA: i am so real :/
DESMODENA: i mean, maybe not a real scientist, that's kinda been a whole point of contention lately
DESMODENA: but i definitely exist! i'm thinking, therefore i'm… am. right?

HAKEEM: I… I mean…
HAKEEM: No. NO! I'M SICK OF THE MIND GAMES!
HAKEEM: YOU'RE JUST A FIGMENT OF MY SUBCONSCIOUS!
HAKEEM: DIE ALREADY!!! JUST DIE SO THIS CAN END!!!