( were this anybody else, eddie would probably suggest a wine cooler or a mixed drink, something more appealing to the palate, but that seems like it'd be too encouraging, so maybe he'll just let dylan suffer though eddie's favorite cheap beer like the good parental figure he is. )

What was I supposed to? Call the local sheriff and have you locked up for two weeks as a weird sorta Scared Straight program the way my did to me?

WE THOUGHT ABOUT IT.

Wow, okay, snitch. But, like, we thought about it for a second. And we'd only lock you up for a few hours, max... even that felt like overkill, though.