"Fuck no. That bitch was dragged here like all of us were. But she's been wiped, so its over."
Thank fuck.
Of course he remembered the days he'd sneak into the libraries and read the fiction... of course, most of the fiction got burned. And the nonfiction the COG didn't like was burned too. But he read enough to understand the concept of "warewolf."
"Well at least you aren't a fuckin' locust. We got tons of mutants here... two of them try to fuck any carbon-based lifeform they see, then there's a huge blue dude that's the smartest man here, and who knows how the knife-sucker got his powers."
He chuckles, "bet this is the first time you've felt normal, huh?"
He peruses the menu quickly. "Think I'll get the rib fillet with bearnaise and onion rings... What about you?"