The thing about happiness is that you only know you had it when it's gone. I mean, you may think to yourself that you're happy.
But you don't really believe it. You focus on the pretty bullshit, or the next job, or whatever.
It's only looking back by comparison with what comes after that you really understand, that's what happiness felt like.

So a ghoul walks into a bar...
Bartender says: "We don't serve any ghouls here."
Ghoul says: "That's fine. Is the human fresh?"

I've got a weapon for every situation. Hunting, protection, cold blooded murder, HOT blooded murder.

The Railroad? Aren't they busy liberating vending machines and saving computers?

This is all much more exciting than domestic life I assure you!