It is fuckin' bad when all you get from the rubber lady is the rubber. [Lloyd gives Zach a mildly peeved look, unhappy that his comparison, which he thought was pretty fucking inventive, backfired.] Like a skin mag without the skin.

[But he figures he ought to move on from that subject before he gets lost in the wonderful world of metaphors and muddies the waters completely.]

I didn't get here dying of boredom, if that's what you're askin'. [Though it sure seemed like a possibility at the time.] Did the same thing you always do when you get out of the joint. Had a nice McDonald's meal, got drunk and got laid. Then the next day, it was back to business as usual.

[You know, just your typical small-scale drug and guns dealing, and tri-state-killsprees.]

Except the world ended a few weeks later, so maybe not so usual.