"Dude, exactly! And it's like...what's that called, a metaphor, where, chairs are hard, right? When life is too rough..." *He'll stop and think it over* "Like, life being a 500 pound fat dude, or something. Like, when it's too rough, it breaks the chair. And you're the chair, I mean. right? You follow me, man? You gotta just kind of...you know, adapt. Let it flow, like the beanbag." "...Shit, I can't get up." *sound of beanbag rustling* "Damn. Hey, man, can you reach the Cheetos?"