i opened the door ( after shoving the duffel bag and its powdery evidence underneath the bed ) and stepped out into the living room . i dont know why you have to do it at all . `` you so f**kin ' do , '' he returned . hell of a way to go at thirty-two . '' `` so where does the blooded thing come in ? '' but that was for a completely different reason , was n't it ? '' but as a piece of meat , you 're prime grade . '' 