V: Bug, could at least try to be... nice.
T-Bug: You want nice, supportive? Call a damn helpline.

You guys aren't exactly great at rollin' out the welcome mat for outsiders.

Another sinner finds himself in the place he belongs to. A trunk.
Gustavo now suffers the purgatory he deserves. And perhaps has a moment to examine his conscience. Let's hope he finds it before the trunk opens back up.

Jackie: Ahhh, there's the awkward silence. You, uh, wanna hear a joke?
T-Bug: Now? Seriously?
Jackie: Ok, so why'd the rockerboy's output kick him out of the apartment? ... Cause he wasn't chippin' in. Hahaa!

V, a few Zetatech corpos walked into an auto shop. The punchline - none came back out.