“I’ll be there.”
“Been doing this a while.”
What did I tell you about that fucking Time Sheath?
“Aw, come on. Just the first set.”
Holy shit, you’re not even wearing a disguise.
“You know how many bearded fat guys are gonna be here?”
Good point, but you have to find a reality where you haven’t been dead for two decades.
Whatever. Someone has to be the grown-up, apparently.
Why do I smell smoke?
“Dressing room caught fire; no idea what happened.”
You’re gloriously consistent, you know that?
“I’m not as complicated as I seemed.”