"All of 'em, huh? So you're ugly and humble, glad to know it." He stands, dusts off his suit and shirt -- for what, he has no friggin' idea, like he actually cares about it looking neat and tidy? Not a chance -- and watches the lava flow. It's been one fuck of a show, but his throat's telling him they've been here for hours and shit, he's thirsty.

There's a bar at the end of the universe accessible around here someplace.