“That is called a white lie,” Nurse Ratched said, her screen filled with digital balloons. “White lies are often spoken to make one feel better. I will assist Victor in this process. Here is my white lie: you are a wonderful machine beloved by many.” “Leave him alone,” Vic said as he knelt at his father’s feet. “Do you feel better?” Nurse Ratched asked. “Yes,” Rambo said promptly. “Tell me more white lies.” “You are important. You have a purpose. The pipe you displayed earlier is bigger than any I have seen before.” “Yay!” Rambo said, arms raised. “I’m endowed!”
