“Oh, sorry Deliverance, I left all my dueling banjo tunes back home. Are you for real? It’s fucking music!” “Sure as hell is not fucking music, not sure what kind of fucking you’re into, but this mash-up would not be good to fuck to.” Woah—what was that? What made me go there? But I press on. “Also, really? ‘Deliverance’? You know you’re in Idaho, right? Not exactly known for being backwoods or toothless. I know I got a purdy mouth.” I bare my teeth at her in the biggest smile I can manage.
