“Oh, Dex,”Rebecca chided from beside me, bringing me back to reality. “Put your shirt back on. Are you trying to turn me straight or something?”
“A revolution, woven in the dim light of mystery, has kept me from you. Another revolution will return me to your arms, bring me back to life.”
“Wait, so am I allowed to put my shirt back on? Or did you want me to remove my pants, too?”
“Oh Christ. Put me back with the zombies, Strawberry Shortcake." [p. 411]”
“You turned your back on me when I needed you.”
“Killing me won't bring back your goddamn honey!”