[Over here bemoaning his fate for the umpteenth time this week, Johnny pauses once he overhears the guy nearby.]

What the fuck are woolongs? [He peers over at the guy with a look of confusion on his face.] You mean eddies? That's the currency that makes the world turn around.

[He pauses.]

Or rather, it used to. These weirdos use somethin' else.

[Johnny couldn't figure out what to do about this ridiculous resort. Without his usual weapons or V's assistance, he is virtually trapped inside this shithole until these eerie-looking birds finally let him out. It's terrible, to say the least. Just as Johnny thought he'd escaped the virtual prison, he found himself in another cell. The sole saving grace here are the strange sex toys scattered about. Those are kind of amusing, a little weird but amusing.]

What? Not into your usual shitty porn flicks?