[At this rate he won't be able to punch anybody...]

Well if they ever decide to unexpectedly get you back to where you belong, I would love to meet the real you.

[It'd give him something to look forward to if he makes it out alive. And not because he's, like, suddenly alone and not sure what to do from there. His friends might've been annoying, but at least they were something.]

I'd say I'd call you when I get to town, but something tells me this ain't your phone.