"What tha what tha?" Hank replied, slipping a hand between his face and the pillow to keep it in safe quarters. Some of his greatest conversations with Karen had been during pillow talk. Of course, that was mostly after all the sexing when his libido wasn't controlling his mouth. Still, he was quieter here, less boisterous. Despite what it might seem, Hank thought beds were sacred places.

"You be seriously fucking mistaken, lady. I know we don't be having currency here but you wouldn't even give me a chicken for this? Or a cow? Some magic fucking beans?"