"So... I'm screwed, huh?" Laz felt like he had been hit with a baseball bat... or maybe a train considering a baseball bat would no longer hurt him.
'How the hell am I suppose to be ready in two days?'
Laz looked at Zal and had to fight back the urge to strangle him knowing that it was just a projection and therefore couldn't strangle him.
"Don't look at me like that. This isn't my fault. Besides, it's not like there is no chance..."
"Right. There is a chance, like a snow ball's chance in hell..."
"My understanding of your hell indicates that the lowest level of hell is actually a place of ice and absolute cold?"
"Really... Actually, how do you understand all these things, including my language? I would have assumed you had never met someone who speaks English by the time you got locked up?"
