John Dies at the End

So I've been reading David Wong's John Dies at the End, which so far has been a very funny horror novel (isn't that weird!). Anyway, just thought I'd share one of my favorite passages thus far, which weirdly relates to my Environmental Writing class. It's from page 108:

...I said, "Deadworld? Is that where you're from?"

"No, dude. That's where you're from. It's where we are now. This place, it's a horror show. If the guy next to you decides to knock you out of this world forever, he can do it with just a piece of metal or, hell, even his bare hand. You blobs, you sit there, chillin' in this room and I can smell the rot of dead animals soaking in the acid of your guts. You suck the life from the innocent creatures of this world just so you can clock another day. You're machines that run on the terror and pain and mutilation of other lives. You'll scrape the world clean of every green and living thing until starvation goes one-eight-seven on every one of your sorry asses, your desperation to put off death leadin' to the ultimate death of everybody and everything. Dude, I can't believe you ain't all paralyzed by the pure, naked horror of this place."

After a long, long pause John said, "Uh, thank you."...

So funny! And yet so true.