I don't know about you, but I get at least a couple'a these religious types knockin' at my front door every week. I used'ta invite 'em inside, but I don't got that luxury no more. That chain link holdin' pen in the basement is already full to the top.
Hey there, sport. So...how'd you like this year's 'adventure camp?'
I wouldn't know, Dad.
No bus ever came after you dropped me off in this supermarket parking lot. I've been having to bum change so I could eat.
Wow.
And sorry if I stink, but I haven't had a shower...
Seeing as how I've been sleeping in a cardboard box behind a dumpster for a week.
You know...your mother thought you weren't ready for 'working class survival training,' but it sounds like it made a man of you.
Okay, Ted... I've had enough. You can go ahead and untie me now. Sorry, sweet pea. Not until you say the 'safe word.' Darn it. I can't remember what word we agreed on. Heh. Looks like you're out of luck. How's this for a safe word? "I will chew my way through these ropes and feed you chunk by chunk into a food processor." Hmmm... that's more like a 'safe sentence,' but I can accept that.