Soulless Sam: My God...am I really that gawky? Howdy. Sam: This is impossible. Soulless Sam: Cold. Try again. Sam: I'm, uh - I'm hallucinating. Soulless: Warmer. But see, normally, you're awake when you're tripping balls. Sam: I'm dreaming? Soulless: And someone just won a copy of the home game. We're inside your grapefruit, Sam. Son, you been juiced. Sam: I don't remember anything.
Soulless: Well, your BFF Cas brought the Hell-wall tumbling down and you, pathetic infant that you are, shattered into pieces. (points at Sam) Piece. (points at himself) Piece. [...] Now, nothing personal, but run the numbers. Someone's gotta take charge around here before it's too late.
