'cause you 're torturing me , too . '' she asked in alarm , putting her hands on his shoulders and pushing . because my girl was just cool like that , like she knew exactly what i needed and when i needed it . `` yes , '' he says , as if in answer to some question of his own . but he could n't let that distract him . his own voice sounded squeaky , like a cartoon character 's . it smeared blood over the green of the grass , the bright petals of flowers , because it could . 