He went to the kitchen and made himself a bowl of cereal. The porridge exploded in the microwave, splattering the walls with sticky, yellowish residue. "It's like brains—bang!" Jagob commented, gesturing to his head with his hand as if he were shooting a gun, and tilting his head back in an exaggerated way, simulating a scene from a violent movie.
"That's what I want to prove." James nodded, "Jesse thinks there is hell, but I think there is not. I have killed so many people, but I have not gone to hell, and ghosts will not even come to the door in the middle of the night. If there is hell, they see Jesse and explain to him that what we did is not wrong. If not, then my proposition is established, and I am right." He spoke in a calm and clear tone, as if he was demonstrating a philosophical proposition. Marvin thought he was going crazy.
James pressed a key on the CD and changed the song. "'Pain is closer to pleasure?'" He read the track with glee.
James's dark eyes stared straight at him, "After meeting Jesse, if that old fool God does some religious brainwashing, please remind him that there is love."
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