"I am thinking of selling one of my kidneys."
Prof. Ling looked appalled. "Oh god."
"But the doctor said someone already stole the left one. I should've known something was wrong when I woke up in a bathtub full of ice."
He meshed his fingers and rested his chin on the newly created spindly bridge.
"Anyway, let's get to it."
The scene cut to Quinn in the office of a posh lawyer.
"It isn't that it's impossible."
The lawyer caressed his bushy moustache and studied the papers before him.
"But we'll have to follow certain measures. We can't call it a human zoo or anything remotely similar. We'll portray it as location shooting."
A close-up of Quinn showed him nodding his head mindlessly as the voice of the lawyer became distant.
The song My Cocaine in Your Urine began playing as the scene cut to Quinn in a glass cage, lying on a queen-sized bed.
Attached to one of the walls was a TV.
