You know the problem with these joints now? Health clubs for waffle eatin’ pussies. Maybe we should think about upping the game here a little bit. Think about someplace truly diabolical.

What the hell’s he thinkin’ now?

He’s thinking a triple max prison, a no daylight slam. Only three of them left in this system. Two of them out of range for a shitty little cutter like this one with no legs. Which leaves just one. Crematoria. That is what you had in mind, right, Toombs?