deadmens:

     _{’ Free beer ? ‘}

‘        well, you remember
          our deal, don’t you? ’

deadmens:

        _{’ Fine, but if she finds out and kicks my ass, you’ll owe
          me free beers for a week —— ‘}

she’ll snort at that.

« come ‘round for a week,
and you can have all the
    beers you want. »

deadmens:

        _{’ Even so, I don’t feel like havin’ your mother up
          my ass, & threatening to shoot me in the jewels. ‘}

« well, then, maybe, we oughta
 keep this our little secret, eh? »

deadmens:

    _{’ Let me guess ——- your mother doesn’t know you’re here ? ‘}

  « you do know that
i’m twenty-two, right? » 

            … 

   « – on the record? »

deadmens, damnatiion

❝so— tell me what’s going on
out there. we haven’t had a hunter
come through in weeks.❞