Karl Glusman

Ratzass: [after watching Chow perform a Kata] Hey , newb! Dance class is down the hall.

Chow: No, it's right here. Care to dance?

Ratzass: Heh. This ring, is for fighting.

Chow: Humor me.

Ratzass: What's your name?

Chow: Chow.

Ratzass: Well, Chow, I don't usually dance with guys, but in your case, heh, I'll make an exception.

Mech: Who's your money on?

Chase: Ratzass is bigger. Not much upstairs.

Mech: Whatever, dude. Ratzass gets in one good solid hit and Chow's going down.

Chase: Shit, if he can ever land a punch. Chow's fast, man.

Ice Blonde: [Entering the ring, her torso covered in a towel] Alright, fighters, to your corners.

Ratzass: You back out now, I won't think any less of you.

Ice Blonde: When I ring the bell, come out fighting.

Ratzass: They're gonna miss you when you're gone.

Chase: [as they watch the fight, Ratzass losing badly] Good thing there's not much upstairs. Don't have to worry about brain damage.

Mech: Hey, damage this.

[Flips Chase off]

Ice Blonde: [Lifts her towel, flashing Ratzass] Hey.

Chase: [Watching as Ratzass knocks Chow to the ground before falling over himself] Did you see that?

Chow: [Weakly] Didn't know you had it in you.

Ratzass: [Weakly] Flash of inspiration.

Bugspray: Sleeping with a gun? You must know something I don't.

[Picks up rifle]

Bugspray: Morita Triple-X sniper rifle. Classic.

[Looks at Trig]

Bugspray: You've got a nice smile for a psych job.

Trig: Thanks... I think.

Bugspray: So, up for a little training?

Trig: I think I've had about all the target practice I can stand today.

Bugspray: Yeah, I was thinking about something a little more strenuous.

[Stretches out on her bed]

Trig: [Suspiciously] You didn't really use the intercom, did you?

Bugspray: Would you like to know more?

Trig: Everyone's doing their part.