"Yeah... So far, me and Kitt... Let's see. I was buried in sand up to my neck and was about to be ran over with a heavy dune buggy, Kitt had an EMP focused into his hood. We were both shot off a cliff with a missile. I've been poisoned. ...You get the idea." It was an interesting life at the least. "So yeah, we do what we have to. Sometimes it's not pretty. Sometimes, it's... just pretty awesome."

He was eating between statements and had already shoveled in most of his meal - and it was good, though the sausage could've matched better. He'd like it better, he decided, with chicken or ground beef or that sausage he used to be able to find back in Henderson.