A new virus that renders him hideous and forces his way out of the lives of thousands, he needs to those who don't.

I guess I was famous.

I guess that's my mojo.

I guess that's it, the famous line, the last-second apple of my existence. I wanted love, I wanted fame. I felt that both of them were intertwined. I mean, I'm a face-shifter. I guess I had that coming to me, fame, the only thing making my life worthwhile. I was very famous, and very...

very...

I mean, I made a lot of pots. I was a pot maker, I was a man who made ceramics, I mean, I was a guy who made sense. I was the ruler. There was nothing stopping me. And then a new virus that renders me hideous and forced my way out of the lives of thousands. They wanted me.

I need those who don't.