I'm sorry. I've made up my mind. I've decided to go back. I love this world, but I wonder, though it is cold and smelly and noisy there, and though my friend died, why do I want to go back?
You know what I hate? I go to the movies to watch a movie. I find a seat where I can see and hear it properly. I settle down to watch. Then a fat guy invariably comes and sits in front of me at the last minute... I hate it!