"You: Mr. Handsome who got himself strung up like clicker bait in my warehouse. Me, your lone desperado who found room for two in his heart when he saw your upside down face. At first, I wasn't too pleased with you and that brat setting off my proximity mines all over town. But once I got to know you, well, let's just say this lone wolf was ready to form a new pack (RIP Frank). I thought helping you find that battery, teaching you how to make nail bombs, and saving your sorry ass would have made my intentions clear, but before I could pour us a pint of my bootleg ale, you were off looking for some bugs or something and I was left alone to wonder 'what if?'
"So, how 'bout it, friend? What if you dropped that kid off at the nearest gas station and head on back for a visit? What if you put all this infection business aside and cut loose? We could grab a few beers, shoot us some clickers, and heck, maybe even fire up that arcade cabinet and give those joysticks a twirl. Hell, I ain't looking for anything major, just a friend at the end of the world. Preferably one with benefits, but we can start slow..."
- Spotted in Apocalypse: Now?