She tells us that she's like this animal, cut open with all it's vital organs glistening and quivering, you know, like the liver and the large intestine. Such visuals, everything sort of dripping and pulsating. She could wait for someone to sew her back up, but she knows no one will. She has to take a needle and thread and sew herself back up. She says the only way to find true happiness is to risk being completely cut open. I love Fuzz!