I volunteer as tribute. [He raises his hand, but doesn't get up from where he's flopped down.] Please fuck me. I deserve it.

[Connor lets his hand drop and goes back to being exhaustingly serious. He owes Tim something nice whenever he gets back. Tim put up with so much shit from him.]

For real though, living is exhausting. Dave's always making fun of how much I work, but it's so I don't have free time to think about how much I don't want to live. Which is different than wanting to die, you know? I don't want oblivion I just want it to... stop.