— OK, so what's your game Mr Grant. 'Cause it seems like you know exactly what's gonna happen, just before it happens, and it's just like fucking with me!
— Oh, don't take it personal kid. I fuck with everybody. That's what I do. If I tie highly recommend it as an unending source of amusement.
— OK, so how is it, we're on a highway, that is on any map, going to a towns, that presumably don't exist?
— Well, there are unlisted phone numbers, right? So, why can't there be unlisted highways and towns?
— I don't buy it. There's got to be a better explanation, than that.
— Better explanation. OK. How about it's a... parallel dimension. Or you're in a dream. Or it has something to do with your wish. Or... you're in a coma from when that bucket hit you. Or maybe... just maybe... You're dead.
— Well?
— Well, what do you want kid? I just gave you not one explanation, but six. All reasonable. You want an answer, pick one. It want change anything.
— You just remember that no matter how hard shit you think you are, It's always gonna be more the same. Just another High School.
— High School?
— Hell yeah. Everything in life is like high school. They're just changin' names. You take this place. Instead of principle, we've got boss. Instead of teachers, supervisors. Instead of assignments, they give us work orders and if you fuck up them work orders, you get fired. Instead of expelled. Oh yeah, names are different, but it is exact same shit. High school.
