Fucking RPGs - You Can't Put a Price on It.

"I needed to be comfortable. If I'm going into a goddamn country where I could get cain or hung, you know, you want to ride there in a comfy chair," he says. "My favorite thing was in the end when it started getting petty, where they were going like, all right, Bill, who's a comic that you think just fucking stinks? But for some unexplained reason is selling a bunch of tickets."