"are we actually doing this?"
"yo. i was told you got a package for me."
"who the fuck are you?"
"i would like to reiterate: what the fuck."
"why you frontin' here?"
"stop calling me [name] like nothing's changed."
"what should i call you?"
"oh, you've got to be shitting me."
"stop that shit! don't you know we've got the same plan?"
"i heard the shots. are you the one who hurt them? i saw their head."
"i was aiming for the heart, but yeah, i got them."
"you gotta understand what's happening here."
"the guy who attacked you, he ain't no fucking man, okay?"
"it's like invasion of the fucking body snatchers or whatever."
"they're the kind of physical manifestation that could only have been spawned by the devil himself."
"i don't... completely disagree with that."
"how do we kill it?"
"no, that's not the question. the question is, can it be killed at all."
"maybe it doesn't mean a fucking thing."
"wake up, asshole."
"look, i fucking need you. now wake up!"
"calm down, okay? you're not helping."
"i had a really vivid dream that i was a dog."
"i've got such a headache. you got any smokes?"
"like the cop in the police station, the one who wasn't really there, remember?"
"the devil knows how to control us."
"well fuck'em. that's what i say."
"okay, let's set that aside because at the moment we're not talking about ghost stories or vampires."
"that thing up there is real, real as either of us & can make us really dead. do you understand what it wants with us?"
"i think it's gonna make a flesh of human skin, using the best parts from each of us."
"look, you know the story of the trojan horse?"
"dude, how do you possibly know that?"
"i pieced it together through inductive reasoning & information relayed to me by a talking dog- long story."
"okay, but why me?"
"i was chosen."
"we were chosen all right, but not by god- unless god is a black liquid in a jar... hell, maybe he is."
"you fucking know more than you're letting on."
"did you light the fuse to this whole situation?"
"so what you're saying is, if we die, that's not even the worst-case scenario."
"how much alcohol does liquor have to have in it before it will burn?"
"listen, now. when that thing opens the door, one of us might die. & you may have a chance to run- to save yourself, but we have to finish the job. do you understand?"
"if i die, i want you to tell everybody i died in the coolest way possible."
"if i don't come back, tell everybody you don't know what happened. make it mysterious. & then, a year later spread rumors that you've seen me wandering about town. that way, i'll be a fucking legend, everybody claiming to have seen me here & there."
"you got any final requests, in case this don't end well?"
"avenge my death."
"we are going to die. we're actually going to die here."
"put that shit down & come with me, you fool."
"welcome aboard the disappointment train, fucker."
"this world is shit."
"you act all scared that i'm going to kill you, when it's the best thing i could do for you."
"you suck the life from the innocent creatures of this world just so you can clock another day."
"you're a machine that runs on the terror & pain & mutilation of other lives."
"dude, i can't believe you're not paralyzed by the pure, naked horror of this place."
"can you see that fucking thing, or is it just me?"
"don't move. if i ask it to, it'll kill you."
"you don't know what that thing's capable of."
"i could have killed you back home if that was the plan, but it isn't."
"all i need you to do is hold still. in a minute you aren't gonna remember why you got all worked up & shit."
"tell me, or i'll melt your face. what is it, like, a bomb?"
"why don't you open it & we'll both find out?"
"what's out there? a weapon? you trying to kill me?"
"if you try to move, that thing will rip off all of your limbs, you down with that?"
"there any more of them?"
"i blew a hole in his chest the size of a football, jackass- i'm pretty sure he's freaking dead."
"it's a long story, but i'm on your side."
"i'll tell you if you promise to take me with you... & not shoot me again."