"“Stuck in fucking Alabama,” Armstrong Grimes grumbled. “What could be worse than this?” Squidface was cleaning his captured automatic Tredegar. He looked up from the work. “Well, you could be in hell,” he said. “Who says I’m not?” Armstrong said. It’s a godforsaken miserable place, and I can’t get out of it. If that’s not hell, what do you call it?” “Pittsburgh,” Squidface answered."