[It's right up around when the voltorb that's been following him around trips him up--and he's pretty sure the motherfucker did it deliberately just to get him to stop pacing around swearing like the nastiest sailor, and also to make him not kick things--that he realizes Tucker probably doesn't deserve the scorn. Asshole wasn't even there. He'd fucked off to a desert and something something aliens.

Kind of better than dying. Trust him--he'd know.

Church gives the orb a kick from his position on the ground, sole first, so as to not break any toes, and the orb glowers and sparks angrily at him. Hey, maybe his angry aura attracted an angry Andy-the-fucked-up-lightning-ball.

Okay. Okay. He's not calm about the situation, because it implies that he maybe died for real this time for nothing, and it also implies that this place has some wack-ass time travel shenanigans going on. He hates time travel. And he got dumped by Caboose. He's allowed to feel hurt, and then pretend he doesn't feel hurt at all, okay?

Okay. Breathe.

He logs back onto his handheld computer gear thing that is not as useful as a HUD and radio.]

You said there's so much shit wrong like there hasn't always been so much shit wrong with our entire lives. Also, this is bullshit. That's a general 'this'. 'This' encompasses everything. Everything is bullshit. Probably should've just said that.