Oh, nice. Having a lackey for crackers he didn't even have to work for is fucking killer. There's a lot of shit he wants in the city, but-- there's something he's really gunning for.

"I want meats. Spiced ones, if you can find 'em. If there's tons of preservable stuff there has to be jerky somewhere." Carbs are all well and good, but protein makes you feel fuller longer, and he's tired of being hungry for the day. "And not that, uh, that canned stuff, it's horrible."