"I'm great. Fine, actually. I just...never thought we'd be doing *this* one day. Exorcisms, sure, but doin'...guy stuff...with you.." Sam just mumbled the rest of his reply.
"So, transmission. Where is it, and how do we fix it?" He swallowed more beer, and turned on the iPod dock radio that put out incredible sound for something so small. He pulled up his 'Shortbus' playlist; (because that nickname amused him to no end) and waited.