“I’ve got to hit the bottom of this weird-ass rabbit hole anytime now, right?”

“Things had gone from really weird to I-fell-down-the-rabbit-hole surreal.”

“Remember what to do when you're at the bottom of a hole? You've got to stop digging.”

“Oh, for fuck's sake, quit being pussies." Montana leaned against the doorframe, Coke in hand."You hit me. I left. Billy got shot. You have this weird...brain thing." Those dark eyes met Jack's. "I don't know what's wrong with you, except that you got that ADD thing, and hey, that's not criminal. You are Billy's friends. I'm Billy's, period. I'm not leaving. You're not leaving. You hit me again, and I'll hit you back. Hard. Now, can we all stop being weird-assed people and eat some fucking potato chips from a bag?”

“Never in his life had he hit a girl, nor would he. But, right now, he wanted to kick that NSA cutie in the ass cheek.”

“Thanks for outing me. (Alix)Anytime, cupcake. Now I’m taking my psychic ass to bed. That door spanked me. (Nero)”