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I have been more open to accepting leadership roles. I'll probably join the Navy to work with my daddy. It's my daddy. Can I record this at the end and you just put it with everything else? No. This is already hard. Okay. I have been more open to accepting leadership roles. I'll probably join the Navy to work with my daddy. Military training will be tough, but I'm... I'll join the Navy to work with my daddy. Does he have a pig? That's the wrong question for it. I have been more open to accepting leadership roles. I'll probably join the Navy to work with my daddy. Military training will be tough, but I'm happy to do what is right for my country and to serve. I've quit choir and now I do rugby. I'm quite alright. I'm one of the best on the team. I always get fouled. For aggression though, I sent one lad to the hospital. My leadership role on the island has led into how I treat my choir boys. With more respect than Ralph here ever did and will ever deserve. Hey! I'm with Maurice and I'm doing anyhow. If you had stood with us, you would know, Roger. Are you bitter about losing one of your only good members? You only hummed and made noises you used to spam. We've made the state championship. Clearly we never needed you. Oh, has he let the tribe fall apart now, Jack? Shut up, you wet rag. You never understood how to lead a tribe because you and that stupid fatty were running around together with no responsibilities. Don't talk about Piggy like that! You're such a pansy and so is Piggy. You're the worst. This should have been you that died. Hey, aren't you supposed to walk in a thing? Well, I'll find it out. Boys will be boys. You're not quite yourself. They're not making it fun. You're right, you're right. So? There were three reported casualties, including Simon Richards and Winston...Piggy...Bennett. How have you moved on? Tapping into the brink of tears in my eyes every time I think of it. I go to Piggy's grave every Tuesday at 7 p.m. I know his body's not there, but it helps with the guilt. Once a year, I bring a new conch to the Piggy because I like to think that he can call the other dead boys up in heaven. I hope they give him the respect he deserves. There, I hope he rests in peace. Newsflash. Ralph...Piggy...is dead. And it is all your fault. You would love to blame everybody else, but if you hadn't insisted on staying apart from the tribe... You would have killed him anyway. You hated him from the start. Thank you. I, for one, have repented for what I've done in the quest of my parents. God forgive me for my priest, and God, and all of that. God may forgive you, Roger, but I never will. They put me into asylum for some time, though. Oh, so now you're putting the blame on Roger, Ralph? Real mature, buddy. We both know that you have only yourself to blame. We were just doing what we had to do to survive, to stick together. You tried to tear us apart. But honestly, I don't care. If I could have gone back, I don't think I would have changed anything, really. It was in our sight, his broken body on the beach. Do you hear him, Aradu? He's confessing to murder! He should be jailed. You're trying to make me seem crazy, even though it's you two that should be locked away in that loony bin. You're both mad he's lost the bloody part. I'm bloody mad? You have a ritual visit to the fat boy's grave to give him a new conch every bloody year to make the other dead boys. That's the same talk that got my uncle locked up in 49. And he died, just like you will. Several of the bloody fittest. And that's not... And that is not you. You won't last a day in the military. If you two are going to fart, at least make it bloody. Throw some rocks at each other or something. Jeez. Shut up, Roger! Shut up, Roger! I think all of us are crazy. I mean, Jack gave a pig head to the priest as a gift. Ralph gives a dead sardy a conch shell every year. Those are just kind of crazy to me. Do not equate my mourning practices to your mental state. Same goes for me. You traitor. You held death in your hands back there. Not us. And that was different. And you know it. All of us believed in the beastie. Not just me. Whatever. It was just boring and you're bloody messed up in the head. Alright, alright. No one papa blood, so... Now, there seems to be some tension in the studio. So I might as well ask... Do you hold any resentment towards any of the other boys that were on the island? I do. I never forgave Jack for turning against me and for trying to kill me. I hope Roger gets what he deserves for killing Piggy. I hope to even hold resentment towards myself for allowing things to go so out of control. I wish I stopped the boys when they were ripping Simon apart with their bad hands. Most certainly. Ralph should have died in that bloody fire. Yet here he is, right bloody next to me. It's truly unfortunate. I hope you burn in hell, Jack, just like I almost burned in the bloody fire. If any of us are going to hell, it's going to be Roger for murdering fat Tom Piggy, even though he was doing us all a favour. If I'm being honest, Ralph, you would have looked better burnt and stuck on a stick than alive and well. It was a good hunt gone bad. You contributed to nothing. The least you could have done was entertain us. All you've done while in the booth is whine and complain. You know you're lucky that I don't kill you right now, at this very moment. That may be the most words I've ever heard you say, Roger. Um, well, I'm just so annoyed with Ralph's crying that's the last of this entire interview, you know. Did you just threaten to kill me? I hope you get sent up to that bloody asylum again, Roger. Hmm, sure. Speak up, why don't you, since you have so much to say. How about you leave him alone? Just because he's right about you doesn't mean that you have to interrogate him. We have Katie, Cassie or something to do that. It's Chassie. Right, whatever. You've been on both our asses this entire time, Ralph. You've been on my ass this entire time as well, both of you have. I've only mentioned you once. You started it. In fact, you've been talking about it as much as we've been talking about your fat little cock. That's it, Meredith, I've had enough of you. Is that right, mate? Oh my god, I hate you so much! All right, well, that's all we have time for today. Thank you for tuning in to today's episode of Have You Lost Your Mind? Next week, tune in to another view of the man who claims to be Elmer Hedwig. I knew I had to beat him. Till next time, we'll see you next time.