“I’ve got to hit the bottom of this weird-ass rabbit hole anytime now, right?”
“If our cover breaks in here, we’re toast. Worse that toast, we’re the crappy crumbs of carbon left at the bottom of a toster oven that I haven’t cleaned out in three months.”
“So, how bad of an idea is it to go there? On a scale of cooking-whithout-a-shirt to being-an-evil-priest-in-an-Alexandre-Dumas-book?”
“Right now. Living. Aiming to misbehave or just trying not to fade away.”
“But, self, that thing was on TV, and this one wants to tear your liver out your nose. Run.”
“Dipsomancy is very real, but it takes more than just getting hammered to do anything useful.”