Jake: The alarm went off before we could even talk.
Caleb: Aw, that's too bad, bud. But at least you have people that wanna come and visit you. My family hasn't been to see my since my trial. You eat nine people and all of the sudden they "don't know who you are anymore."
Jake: Wait, what? Did you say "eat people"? Are you a cannibal, Caleb?
Caleb: Well, that's not how I would define myself. If we're going by what I'm most passionate about, I would say that I'm a woodworker. Why did you think I was in protective custody?
Jake: I don't know, I guess I hoped you were another cop wrongly convicted of crimes you didn't commit.
Caleb: Nope, I did all my stuff and more. There's tons they can't even trace to me. The secret is eating the evidence.
Jake: Okay, this is just great. I don't see anyone from the outside for another three weeks and my only friend here is a cannibal.
Caleb: Woodworker.