Yoon's manager.

Sick, sick, ill...

My head hurts. Easy with the hotwater bottle!

Poor Dad, have you forgotten that we might as well be the children of loving parents?

He's unhappy unless he gives pain.

It gives me a twinge when I think of it.

But his flesh on him has pain, and his soul within him mourns.

But his flesh on him has pain, and his soul within him mourns.

But his flesh upon him shall have pain, and his soul within him shall mourn.

But his flesh upon him shall have pain, and his soul within him shall mourn.

And, anyway why all the fuss?

You told me the pains were killing you.

Doesn't it burn?

Does it hurt? Yes, it hurts terribly.

Not much.

So broken heartstrings bled the blues, and we tried to empty ourselves so we'd feel nothing.

No! You're hurting me!

It won't hurt a bit.

She has never hurt anyone.

Aren't your feet hurting?

He has back pain, he can't bend over.

I feel sick. Your stomach ?

It happens to be my flesh.

He's wasting me, even my palms get all sweaty.

You could develop nausea, headache, your muscles could feel like they're contracting, and you could actually feel like your bones are breaking.

It's absolutely painless.

I told her it wouldn't hurt.

That's not hurting too much, is it?

Where does it hurt ?

My heart is severely pained within me. The terrors of death have fallen on me.

My heart is severely pained within me. The terrors of death have fallen on me.

My heart is sore pained within me and the terrors of death are fallen upon me.

My heart is sore pained within me and the terrors of death are fallen upon me.

Then, when you get a headache, you take a sip of this water, and voila! it is gone.

I'm not alone, and I am loved.

You hurt me.

Burn them, and they don't even holier.

How can't I love you?

I thought you said no more aches or pains.

I've got a toothache. I just can't bear this pain anymore.

My anguish, my anguish! I am pained at my very heart my heart is disquieted in me I can't hold my peace because you have heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.

My anguish, my anguish! I am pained at my very heart my heart is disquieted in me I can't hold my peace because you have heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.

My bowels, my bowels! I am pained at my very heart my heart maketh a noise in me I cannot hold my peace, because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.

My bowels, my bowels! I am pained at my very heart my heart maketh a noise in me I cannot hold my peace, because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.

That hurt!