Hah, like some Matrix shit, huh?

[There's a little drunken half-chuckle at that. It doesn't sound quite -- as okay as he might have sounded while he was talking. Imagine if his whole fucked up life was some kind of computer program. That'd really be something, wouldn't it.]

Suit yourself. [The verbal equivalent of a shrug follows] Aaaaas for me. I mean, I'm dead, so it wouldn't be an option to leave anyway, but even if I could, I wouldn't. I'm free here.