"You know what fucking sucks?" It's abrupt, a sudden burst of noise. The quiet silence of standard weapons maintenance shattered like glass, it's enough to rouse Riley's attention, the dog cocking his head at the pair from his corner. The older of the pair looks up from his carbine, the half-assembled innards of his M4A1 in hand, his gaze more than enough indication to continue. "Well," his brother replies, seated crosslegged with a metal ammunition box of 5.56x45mm full-metal jacket tucked in the space between his folded legs and his body. In his hand, he holds a half-loaded magazine, which he uses to gesture, "I've been thinking." "Uh-huh." "And something hit me." "Yeah?" "Most of L.A. got blown up, right? Odin rods and all that shit? Well," he pauses for dramatic effect, a smirk tugging at his lips combined with the twinkle in his eye assures his brother that the following snippet of information will be a gem on the level of Confucius, "I realized, all the major porn studios were in L.A." "This was your great revelation?" his brother asked, a grin spreading across his face despite his best efforts to keep it in check, his carbine all but forgotten as he fixed his brother with his best attempt at a stern expression, "That the porn industry was affected," he lets out an exasperated sigh and shakes his head, "Logan, you're a fuckin' idiot." Logan scoffs, "You're telling me that you're not heart-broken that you'll never see a new Asa Akira film ever again? That it'll all just be things you've already beat off to once before?" "Eh, not really a fan of Akira," Hesh replies, refocusing his attention on his carbine. "Okay...Abella Anderson then." "She was retired before the rods even fell." "Wait, what? She was my Latin Angel!" "I'm being serious here, she was retired for like three years before the rods hit." "Everything I ever knew was a lie…" "More like Wikipedia is your friend." "Hey, look - I just work my dick, I'm not like you, I don't make a habit of trying to find the secret lives of my favorite porn actresses," a scowl stares back at Logan, punctuated only by the sounds of Hesh snapping his carbine back together with sudden aggression, thinking quickly, Logan interjects with a new name, "Madison Ivy?" "Okay, I might miss her a little bit." "Best damn thing to come out of Germany in my opinion." "Damn strai-" Hesh halts midway through, "Eh, I dunno, now that I think about it - anything made by Heckler and Koch might beat her out by a smidge." "You're saying guns are better than tits." Hesh shrugs, "I didn't say it wasn't a tough call." "You disgust me," Logan grunted. "Whatever you say." "Lexi Belle was always cute," Logan murmured, scratching under his chin with the magazine that he still held in his hand, "She always looked like some college girl you might have a chance of meeting in real life - and then she'd take a ten inch dick in the ass and you realized you'd never compete," his eyes glazed over as if reminiscing over some particularly wonderful event, "Still, she was cute." "You didn't see the video involving her, a fat guy, and peanut butter - otherwise, you'd reconsider that statement." "I'll be sure to add that to my list of searches tonight." "You gotta be one fucked up bastard to go looking for that shit." "Hesh, you forced me to watch Two Girls, One Cup as part of some 'ritual' to get me prepared for high school - I'm not afraid of a little bit of peanut butter." "I have to admit, you took that video at fifteen a lot better than most grown men." "Because I'm a certified badass, obviously."