Naw y' jus' dig dudes who're half dead an' dyin'. No wonder y' think y' got all this endurance.

[Namur winks, then hauls himself up the last little bit, turning to sit on the edge of the wall. She's missing out. There's something nice about feeling physical exertion. Some shitty chemicals in the brain, maybe. Namur tries to remember their names, but he'd never been good at memorizing them. People and fish he remembers. Other things come harder. Oh well.]

Sheheh! Damn though. Thought they's makin' us sign a hell of a lotta papers. Now I know why.