bud! hippy's on the bitch-box. it's a call from topside. that new company man.
hey, catfish, i'll sell you my october penthouse for twenty bucks.
what's goin' on, boss?
when lindsey finds out about this, it's not gonna be a pretty sight.
hippy wasn't born then.
howdy, there, little lady.
how deep's the drop-off here?
where are we?
lord almighty.
i.  they're all dead, bud. they're all dead. i thought.  some of them.  you know.
no! i'm okay now. i just don't.  i can't go any further in.
yeah, okay. okay.
bud? bud?! you readin' me? bud?!!
bud? is that you?
figured i was dead, there, when i seen that angel comin' toward me.