"He'll never get out of there," V sneered, his icy eyes flaring with pure violence. "Not alive, at any rate." "Good thing you have more than one table." Butch clapped his bestie on the shoulder. "You sick fuck." "Don't knock it till you tried it." "Nah, I'm a good Catholic boy. I go that route and my body would incinerate on the spot--and not from hot wax." "Pansy." "Pervert." The pair of them chuckled at their inside joke and then got serious again--because with a squeak of the brakes, the ambulance stopped."