'Oh, fuck,' Marlowe thinks, noting the needle and excessive restraints--  they must be thinking of mailing his ass to Syria or something...<br/>Thinking faster, "I'm on Ritalin, Zoloft, Lithium... I think I have Hepatitis C and a nasty case of oral syphillis..."  Think faster.  Get the fuck out of here...  "Oh, and I think, perhaps, I caught the crabs from your sister," he says dryly.