Sailor:
Pops ain't gonna be around long; his 'elevens' are up.
Goddard Bolt:
What?
Sailor:
His elevens! Look at the back of his neck. You see them two cords, stickin' out? They make, like, an 'eleven'. Once they're up that's it. He's a goner.
Fumes:
Maybe he'll come back in the world as somethin' better. Personally, when I die, I'd like to come back as a bird.
Sailor:
Why?
Fumes:
Ohhh, because man, I could fly free, and easy, and if I saw someone I really didn't care for, I'd drop a hot one on 'em!
Sailor:
When I die, I want to be 'excramated' and I want my ashes sprinkled in the old briny. At least I'd be part of the sea forever, and ever.
Fumes:
Oh, that's beautiful, man, beautiful. Like when I die, I want to go just like my daddy, boom! Peaceful, in his sleep.
Sailor:
Yeah, they told me my grandmother died peacefully in her sleep. It's a good way to go.
Molly:
Nobody dies peacefully, in their sleep! It's what they tell people, to make them feel good. Want to know how people really die, in their sleep?
[Sailor looks uneasy, not sure he wants to know]
Molly:
Okay. First, they go to bed.
[imitates drawing up bed sheets to her neck and getting cozied in]
Molly:
Ahhhhh, mmm... Then, about two in the morning, they go...
[sits up, gasps, pretends to choke]
Molly:
Ahhh! Oh! Get a doct...
[everyone in the mission is watching her, in shock]
Molly:
[she gasps, holds her throat, and falls to the floor]
Fumes:
I ain't never goin' to sleep again!
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