You say that, but I don't think I'll believe it until at least half a bottle is down my throat.

[His smile said so many things at that, but he mouthed the catchphrase silently in case there was any doubt. Tucker, given the situation, was fairly certain there wasn't.

He took the food, happy for that until he saw it and then he realized there were no meat buns. No pizza. Nothing. Just gross food from a gross place and ugh, this bed.]

Yeah, they're not going to help you, you know. You got to get the shit yourself and make it. [His eyes narrowed a little even as he took a bite, chewed, wrinkled his nose and swallowed. Ugh.] Dude, do you know how much longer I have to stay here?