SECTION EIGHT: BARRACKS
DARWIN: How’s the joe?
NEIL: Ugh…oh, it blows.
DARWIN: Figures. This place is turning out to be a big-time downer. You know, you’d figure the blonde would be down for some partying. She’s obviously been neutered. Real Joan of Arc wannabe. Bet you ten to one, she has a pocket rocket made by Smith and Wesson. (Neil laughs) And that Michael – that man is in thundering need of an attitude adjustment. Get him laid, you know? At least he’d crack a smile. I can’t even hear what he’s saying half the time, you know? “Pass…the sugar.”
Neil and Darwin both laugh.

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