[ steve talks and this time mickey actually listens, one brow arched high and the other furrowed in, stuck somewhere between the two sentiments. what the unholy shit? ]

So this is, what, some kind of regularly scheduled torture chamber? You sure we're not in prison right now? [ because it sounds like something you do to someone in prison. or an interrogation. or a lab experiment. ] Maybe we're lab rats.

You know, some asshole in a lab coat looming over us, throwing fucking saw blades and shit into the maze to see how much we can take and keep going?