I managed to head up to Dublin a few times a month to tattoo clients, but then my OCD got in the way, and it became too much.
"I used to be a tattoo artist but then my OCD got in the way, because of my OCD compulsions, the thoughts I have like this and this as this dialogue follows about three previous pages talking about my OCD and the thoughts I have because of my OCD."
I hope I'm not being like the rudest person alive but it's all giving:
"Oh right. The poison. The poison for Kuzco. The poison chosen specifically for Kuzco. Kuzco's poison."
