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"How are the eyes?" "Oh, excellent," he said. "I mean, they're not in my head is the only problem." "Awesome, yeah," Gus said. "Not to one-up you or anything, but my body is made out of cancer." "So I heard," Isaac said, trying not to let it get to him. He fumbled toward Gus's hand and found only his thigh. "I'm taken," Gus said."