"You'd be upset if I died," Kovacs remarks. Then, who the hell else would Miller have to call terrible names and bitch at? There wasn't anyone else like him on the station. He was one of a fucking kind, thank you.

"Just keep it away from my neck and you can shoot me anytime since it seems like I'll just come back to life like a fucking reanimated zombie," Kovacs says, shaking his head. At least he doesn't have to worry about fucking this sleeve up since a good sleep after your heart stopped seemed to fix you up just fine.

"You wanna fucking use me for target practice, go ahead," Kovacs quips, looking over. "Just be ready for me to snap your spine when I come back."

FRIENDS.