"Like these bastards could kill me," R scoffed. "Nothing can kill me, I'm too stubborn. Death himself will have to drag me through the gates of Hell before I will go down."
He shook his head. "We'll figure it out later. For now, we're going to disappear, I will try not to throw up on your shoes this time, and we are going to sleep in your apartment and freak out about this in the morning. Sound good?"