Eugh, yeah, man... it was not pretty. [He could do with never seeing Hurk that upset again. Even if that means he never sees Hurk again, period. The dude's got his family, now! That's cool for him. Sharky has got -- well, a lot of fuckin' freedom, which is more than he could ever say about living in Montana.]

See, you fuckin' get it, man! That's exactly what we tried to do. But most people we traded with didn't bother drinking it, so of course, they didn't want to give us extra rations or ammo or whatever. Totally fuckin' lame, T-B-H. I mean, it was obviously the right move on their end, but still. What's life without a little party liquor? [Boshaw-Drubman Brewing Co's finest achievement is gasoline with a moonshine label slapped on it and he couldn't be prouder.]