"I didn't know that I knew you," John replied. The New York accent was probably also a clue that this was not Dieter. However, they both shared a disturbing lack of shame.

Poor Thirty-Six was trying to lick the butter off himself. It was probably going to make the dog sick. "This is what the guy gets for jumping up on the bed," Amsterdam said, trying to wipe some of the grease off the dog. "So if I have to come from my nice, warm bed to this place, so does he."