"All right, where the girls at?" Ash demands, much to the chagrin of the recruit Legionaries and a certain blonde doctor.
"Are you a maniac?" Arcade hisses.
"Some people call me that," Ash answers, sounding a little smug.
"That's nothing to be proud of! I'm not going to play the Virgil to your Dante!" Arcade seethes.
"You know, I met Dante once. Treated him to a few drinks, not that it helped his disposition any," Ash says thoughtfully.
"Now is not the time for your selective insanity! We are in the 9th circle of hell-"
"I tried talking him into writing about 69 circles, but he didn't get the joke."
"Are you even listening?" Arcade shouts. Ash fixes him with a look that's 100 percent serious business, and 0 percent fuckery.
"Look, I'm just going to hear what he has to say, and get the hell outta dodge."
"Other than leaving right now, that's the best thing you could have said."
Unfortunately, Arcade regrets that last statement two hours later, when they're on the other side of the Colorado and Ash won't stop bitching about a rusted chainsaw.