"Hey, Murray." "How's it goin, Earl?" "Oh not bad. How's the wife and eggs?" "Fine, fine. I mean, extinct and all, but otherwise, no complaints." "Great. Boy. I sure wish my feet weren't bolted to this fucking concrete slab. Wouldn't mind eating some of those fat two-legged primate bastards that infest this place." "Don't I know it! Was evolution wasted on them or what? Can't even appreciate it!" "Yeah, eatin's too good for 'em, sorry little fucks."