He's annoying. He's really annoying and I don't get what you see in him that makes you wanna jerk him off. My ass hurts. My back hurts. My shoulder's fucked up.

[ For all anyone could tell from his tone, Tetora might as well be reciting phone numbers. He squints, then (very slowly) rolls himself into a seated position, before looking up at Miller with a look of determination. ]

Help me kick his ass. You can teach me, right?