I'm talking about Hell, 'Sam'. I'm talking about the fact that you and I were both in that cage, together, and then you were gone. Just like that. And I'm still there because, really. What are the odds of two people breaking out, much less the two of us? I'll tell you. There aren't any odds about it because the odds are absolutely off the damn charts. So the real Sam, my brother, is out and free and I'm still there and that's how I know this isn't real. None of it.
There. Happy? I played along. Now give me my damn consolation prize and send me back to the rack because I'm done with this.