As the uncomfortable moment lengthens, Johnny asks what Bubbs has been up to. Bubbs is vague, saying that he would have come to visit sooner, but that he's been on "kind of a mission." Johnny brightens at this: "A mission?" Bubbs explains that he put the cops on the Barksdalies who beat Johnny up, which shocks Johnny, who asks if Bubbs got locked up or something. Bubbs says he's not working for the cops, he's working with them, proudly adding, "They don't give me the badge soon enough, I keep doing like I do." Johnny, dismayed, asks, "Why?" Bubbs can't believe Johnny would ask him that: "Why the fuck are you in here, man, with all these falling-down motherfuckers? Why you passing shit through a bag? Why they beat you down? Why I couldn't do nothing about it?" Johnny cockily says, "It's all part of the game, right? I mean, you taught me that." Gee, John, I don't know. Is having teeth the colour of urine part of the game, too? Because if it is, you might consider forfeiting. Bubbs, distressed, paces over to the window, asking Johnny what he gets up to at the home. Johnny slouches in his chair, pouting that he's going to NA meetings twice a day. Bubbs thinks it's good for Johnny to take better care of himself. Johnny sort of snickers, and Bubbs seriously tells him, "No, you needed a change." Johnny half-heartedly says he guesses so, adding more happily that he'll be getting out in a month. Bubbs, still looking out the window, says that's okay: "They got meetings everywhere." Johnny bites his lip, and then asks Bubbs who's got the best package now. Bubbs shrugs him off, but Johnny presses, "I'm coming home, right?" Bubbs gives up, and returns to the table to gossip about drug news, saying that everyone's package is weak, and so on. Regarding Johnny, he chuckles, "Ain't you a trip? Beat down, bagged up, still ready to rip and run, huh?" Johnny nods, encouraged: "I'm a Viking, holmes!" Please get a toothbrush, Leif.