"Don't worry, I once knew a guy who smelled like a literal swamp," Coop said, giving Jeff's head a few more strokes before straightening up and heading over to the coffee table. "You might think that that's not so bad, that getting a whiff of freshness all the time would be nice but it's not. Swamps are fucking terrible. Absolutely gross and it never went away. I could have sprayed him down with Febreeze for an hour and the smell wouldn't lessen."

Coop did not miss Rodney, not one bit. He hoped his cell mate was alive and doing well but Coop did not miss living with him twenty four hour a day seven days a week.

"Space Hospital, huh?" Coop said, taking the food carefully out of the bags and settling it neatly on the table. "Can't say I've watched too much television since I got here. Not unless you count late night infomercials."