He says he misses the days when we used to do nothing. I said those days are dead. She says it's like a high-pitched whirring noise way back in her head.
Everyone's so salty now, trapped in a can of mixed nuts.
She says his stasis is driving her insane. He says she's already wasted the better half of her brain. I said it seems we're always caught between two extremes, but I could give a flux.