Belief System

"What about you, Roy?" Thea asked him as he towelled off. "Have you found some bullshit to believe in yet, or doesn't that come along with puberty anymore?"

He gave her a protesting look and tried to cover as much of himself as possible with the towel. Which at six-one wasn't easy. "Actually I'm glad you asked me that question, Ma. I've been meaning to have this talk with you."

"I presume you don't mean about eggs and sperms and masturbation."

"Nah. I mean the one about blood and oil and demonstrations."

"Oh goody. Just my kind of B.S."

"Yeah but hear me out, okay?"