He stood before the door, feeling uncharacteristically nervous. Hi. Uh... how are ya?
No, no.
Hello, Jack. I'm back.
Shit, that fuckin' rhymes. Sounds like fuckin' Sesame Street.
Hi there. Off with yer clothes.
Nothin' like gettin' right ta the point, huh?

“found out that his life didn’t have to follow the rules,and they both found out…”

“Ya smell like sun," he murmured. D's voice was raw, like a man under hypnosis. …”

“He turned the Corner onto Third Street and went up the block to Cup O'Joe. "Hey…”

“Stud,” D repeated, growly and low. Jack snorted. “You got a better word for a g…”