Logan

Much better.

Fancy schmancy galas ain’t my style, Bub.

Can’t remember my stupid $#%& password.

Bullets. Still hurt like crap.

New Year, same beer.

“Picked the wrong fight, Bub.”

Beer’s beer, Bub, and I need one.

Figures it’d all go to crap sooner or later.

Miss me, Bub?

Heh. Been a few changes round here.

Beer me.

Still ain’t dead.

Heh.

Hunt all ya like but when ya find me make sure yer holdin’ out one of Cuba’s finest and a couple of beers.

Figure I might hafta drag my ass back here and show these pups who the Wolverine really is.

Gonna take more than that to keep me dead, Bub.

I'mma need beer. A lotta beer.

Beer me, Bub.

'Bout time we had some good news. If ya wanna celebrate come find me, I'll be in the usual bar.