Dustin: How are you?
Mike: I’m dying. Death is inescapable.
I just want this to be over.
Steve: You think I enjoy being mother hen to you all?!
Steve: Okay fine, its like crack to me.
Lucas: At least you’ve stopped crying.
Mike: My body can’t produce tears anymore. I’ve intentionally dehydrated myself.
Hopper: So, we good?
Mike: Yeah, no hard feelings. But I hate you. Not joking. Bye.