texts: And whom would you call? </s> <s> Oh, I don't know... Satan? </s> <s> Your cell is more than adequate. </s> <s> Right.  So what do we do now?  Ping- Pong?  Row over to the monastery? </s> <s> It is nine p.m.  Pleasant dreams.
labels: Wait.  No.  You're kidding.  Lights out? At nine?  My day's just starting.