He had a beautiful face-mane, a pot farm, and a porn studio. I've never dared to dream that big! Eh...yer right, though. Ray would get the appeal.

[She frowns and shrugs. Who will appreciate the way these mid-century dresses work with her figure now? Who will cat about which mindless locals are or aren't closeted gays under whatever their programming is?]

That guy was a real penguin hog, though...

You sure you're ok, Archer? Because... I mean, I'm not.

[Pam lets herself look as tired and sad as she feels and slumps back against the couch. If there's anyone she can be honest with, this is it. Even if he laughs at her, at least it's her best friend hearing her out and ribbing her about it.]

I'm bored out of my mind. My husband keeps disappearing and ending up injured or worse and won't invite me on these secret missions... He doesn't even want me to go in the basement to see whatever he's working on. I miss everyone back home. I don't think pot even exists here. I'm scared and I'm tired and I don't know what any of this weird shit means. So...if you're "fine", that's awesome, but...it seems kinda unlikely.