— All right, question. How much longer do I have to be your slave, John?
— You're not my slave, Chas. You're my very appreciated apprentice. Like Tonto or Robin. Or that skinny fellow with the fat friend...
— Right. So then why don't I apprentice something besides driving, then, John? John! John! I love our little talks, John!
— What were those things?
— Demons.
— Scavengers of the damned...
— No, no. It's impossible!
— And I don't think they were after me...
Yeah, what kind of mental patient kills herself? That's just crazy.
