The Place of that Desire
Ryan doesn’t seem as concerned as Michael is about the baby sitting – sleeping, really, on its back with one arm flung up next to its head like it’s about to pump a fist in the air – in the middle of his totally gross, frat-star bedroom covered in a 50/50 split of swimming posters and pictures of disgustingly expensive cars. In fact, he’s looking at the baby with the kind of expression you usually only see on guys’ faces when they’re standing on the podium watching their own flag lifted toward the ceiling of the arena.
“Isn’t he fuckin’ awesome?” Ryan asks, still whispering. “He’s the fucking best, dude, you don’t even know. He’s a ton of work and shit, and, like, he shits a lot, too, but. Dude.”
- Part 1 of The Place of that Desire
"Anyway," says Cash, "I had 'prophylactic' in my last bee, so I know it's not a winged dinosaur."
"Really? In an eighth grade spelling contest?" Michael asks, then sighs.
- Part 2 of The Place of that Desire