Vincent: Hello. Welcome to the shrine that was built for me. I don't see why people shower me with these gifts. My hands are stained with the blood of my victims. I killed people for my company. That is my sin. I am sorry, I am being depressing. Please, tell me. Why are you here?

I want to hear about the Turks.

I hear this is where the Spoofs are kept.

How do I get to the other shrines?

How old are you.... really.

May we read your poetry?

May we see those pictures?

I'm sorry, I went to the wrong place.