It's like I'm in a closet in a college dorm room.

We need to get out of this fetid pusshole and get to some higher ground.

I feel like a tick on a dog.

The irony here is we're looking for water and we're looking out for water. Without it you die, and with too much of it you die.

All survival situations revolve around a host of variables...Always adapt, think positive, and move forward.

So do you want a turd sandwich or a turd sandwich with mustard. I'd go with the mustard, but still, it's a turd sandwich.

You're my depth gauge. If I see your hat floatin', I'll stop.