— "Armageddon." Shit. Behold, your mother 's.
— Mom.
— How are you, son?
— Everything is great.
— Did you eat.
— I have not yet.
— How so?
— And I still have not learned.
— Why?
— Ride in a taxi. Dad.
— Where are you going?
— I do not know, run from the police.
— What?