Can I give you two guys a friendly piece of advice, OK? Don't ever go up to the drive-thru, OK? Always walk up to the counter. You know why? OK, OK, OK, OK, let me tell you, OK. They fuck you at the drive-thru, OK? They fuck you at the drive-thru. They know you're gonna be miles away before you find out you got fucked, OK?
As for me, things have started to feel… a little… episodic. The farther out we go, the more I find myself wondering what it is we're trying to accomplish. If the universe is truly endless, then are we not striving for something forever out of reach?