...There was nothing about that which was good. I mean, doing...doing real...[Don't explain your odd notions of justice to a woman you just met Hoffman. Jesus.] ...doing something. Doing...it was justice for me. It felt differently. Revenge...I dunno. Maybe revenge shouldn't be refrigerated. And that's what it was.

So I got fucked over and ended up in hell. The end.

[Sip of the coke] You?