Ah. Yeah. [And Hank has... Yeah.] And I got my own welcome wagon waiting for me, right? Looking forward to that. [He is not. He is very clearly not.]

So, you're already from some cheesy fantasy story, you didn't have to bend your mind much. I guess that makes sense, in a dream logic sort of way.

[Maybe something about this will be easier to swallow when he's sober.]

Hey, do you think whoever's in charge here would mind if I just laid- [He toes at the grass, testing how much it'd hurt his back in the morning if he just sprawled back down over it, but the grass dies under his shoe again and he stops.] -Actually uh, you know if there's anywhere I can pass out without killing everything I touch? 'cause that part's getting kind of old.