[It's becoming habitual for him to wake up with someone pointing a gun at him. Only this time, it isn't a cute little ten year old, and that yakuza boss is nowhere to be found.

Meaning he's the only one in any danger.]

Ha, you've gotta be kidding me!

[He slumps down against the bars, covering his face with his hands.]

Is this truly the end for me? Shot, and boiled like some hairy creature's shitty entree? Life, you cruel mistress!