"Second desk drawer to your right. Open it. There's a small bottle of lube tucked behind the box of letter-sized envelopes."
"And how the fuck do you know that, Strife?"
"Because you talk in your sleep, asshole. What the hell did you think, that I've been nailing Rufus ShinRa?"
"It could happen."
"I'm a little pickier than you are, Reno."
"Ooh, that was harsh."