[ To tell him that the afterlife is just a shitty feudal period drama set stretching on to infinity or not. ]

Dunno 'bout beaches, but I know a place with a lotta sand.

[ Stares at his precious marshmallow puff, now sullied, from the corner of his eye. Carefully, he takes it from Badou...

and whips it at his face. The car veers wildly for a moment as he does so who knows if he hits him or where but there are more serious matters at hand. ]

What the fuck! I know you can't help being a gross prick, but save it for when you ain't messin' with a man's food!