"It was fucked up! There was zombies after us, so he snapped his arm off to stab them with the bone! It was fucked up, but really impressive! So not the same thing, no. I think he meant the like... weird warning message we all got."

Kyle shrugs. "Political science. I'm going to law school next semester." Or at least he had hoped so. He supposes this is all stupid small talk, but he's at a loss for what else to say. Quentin has driven him crazy already, but he doesn't much relish the outta of just hanging out alone.