"Man, that sounds like your kinda TA gig, yo!" Reno had himself a bit of a laugh, rolling over onto his side and making a reach for the bottle of Corel Ale that Rude had thought he could hide on him. "You blow up whatever you wanna, man. It's therapeutic, yo. Me, I ain't doin' so bad. Been lyin' low lately. My biggest complaint is Rude's couch is lumpy, and I kinda miss the sun."

Which was something Reno had never, ever figured he'd hear himself say.