"hey, ry. bergie. the bergmeister. how goes it?"
"i'm slowly dying with every breath i take. and, for the love of the almighty, don't call me the 'bergmeister' ever again."
"hah, you love me."
if only you knew.
"let's go sit down in these shitty plastic childrens' chairs and listen to people complain about what little life they have left."
"so pessimistic, ryan. you never fail to amaze me."