Carla: Hey, Sunny, how'd it go last night?
Sunny: Great.
Carla: Thank God.
Sunny: I mean, he crashed a few times, but I brought him back. I mean, really, the only scary moment was when he seized while I was injecting him with dopamine. The needle slipped, and I accidentally stabbed myself with it, but I only freaked out for a second until I remembered that comas aren't contagious. And then the dopamine kicked in, which actually made the whole night more enjoyable, but now I'm sort of jonesing for another hit. Is that bad?
Carla: Let's go downstairs and get you some juice.