“Kid?” – Kyrian“I’m not worthy.” – Nick“What?” – Kyrian“Dude, that’s a Ferrari, Lamborghini, Bugatti, Alfa Romeo, Aston Martin, and Bentley. And I’m not talking the cheap models. Those are the top of the top of the top of the line, fully loaded. I swear, that’s real gold trim in the Bugatti. There’s more money in metal in here than my brain can even tabulate. Oh my God! I shouldn’t even be breathing the same air.” – Nick”

“Nick sat on the stairs, completely comatose. He stared straight ahead as if he'd been frozen in place. "Nick? You all right?" He didn't respond. Kyrian moved around him until he stood in front of him. He snapped his fingers in front of Nick's face. "Kid?" Nick blinked before he met Kyrian's gaze. "I'm not worthy," he said in a breathless tone. Baffled by his comment, Kyrian stared at him. "What?" Nick gestured towards his cars. "Dude that's a Ferrari, Lamborghini, Bugatti, Alfa Romeo, Aston Martin, and a Bentley. And I'm not talking the cheap models. Those are the top of the top of the top of the line, fully loaded. I swear, that's real gold trim in the Bugatti. There's more money in metal in here than my brain can even tabulate. Oh my God! I shouldn't even be breathing the same air." Kyrian laughed at his awed tone. "It's all right, Nick. I need you to clean them." "Are you out of your ever-loving mind? What if I scratch them?" "You won't" "Nah I might. Those aren't cars, Kyrian. Those are works of art. I'm talking serious modes of transportation." "I know, and I drive them all the time." "No, no, no, no, no. I can't touch something so fine. I can't" Kyrian cuffed him on the shoulder. "Yes, you can. They don't bite, and they need to be washed.”

“Where am I? (Nick)Hospital. (Kyrian)Really? No kidding? And here I thought I was at McDonald’s. (Nick)”

“Oh, man. I’m not interested to driving the Lamborghini. I’m more interested in making Lamborghini. That’s what creativity means to me.”

“My coffee cup didn’t come with a sleeve, but that’s OK, because I’m wearing a tank top.”

“Don't you have class today? (Kyrian)Boy, I'm a backwoods Cajun, I ain't never got no class, cher. (Nick)(He cleared his throat and dropped the thick Cajun accent.)And no, today's registration. I've got to figure out what I'm taking next semester. (Nick)I have a few things I need you to do today. (Kyrian)And that is different from any other day how? (Nick)Sarcasm, thy name is Nick Gautier. (Kyrian)”