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We have front-row seats
for this theatre of mass destruction.

My name is Bob.
- Bob?
Bob had been a champion bodybuilder.
You know that chest expansion programme
on late-night TV?
That was his idea.
I was ajuicer.
You know, using steroids?
Diabonal and Wisterol.
Oh, they use that on racehorses,
for Christ sakes.

The Demolitions Committee
of Project Mayhem
wrapped the foundations
of buildings with explosives.
In two minutes,
primary charges will blow base charges
and a few blocks will be reduced
to smouldering rubble.

I know this because Tyler knows this.

Suddenly I realise that all of this,
the gun, the bombs, the revolution,
has got something to do
with a girl named Marla Singer.

This is it. Ground zero.

With a gun barrel between your teeth,
you speak only in vowels.

Trust me. Everything's gonna be fine.
You met me at a very strange time in my life.

I want you to really listen to me.
My eyes are open.
What's that smell?

I couldn't sleep.
With insomnia, nothing's real.
Everything's far away.
Everything's a copy of a copy of a copy.

Every week,
Tyler gave the rules that he and I decided.
Welcome to Fight Club.
The first rule of Fight Club is
you do not talk about Fight Club.
The second rule of Fight Club is
you do not talk about Fight Club!

It was right in everyone's face.
Tyler and I just made it visible.
It was on the tip of everyone's tongue.
Tyler and I just gave it a name.

Most of the week, we were Ozzie and Harriet.
But every Saturday night,
we were finding something out.
We were finding out more and more
that we were not alone.