[ Explain to me how you have those biceps from skateboarding. Explain it.

Jake snorts his obvious and predictable amusement as he works at the limited alcohol now in his possession, deciding that if this is somehow his own version of the afterlife and if he'd died after getting flung from an exploding helicopter -- not unlikely, honestly -- then it could be worse. ]

There you go, he's totally ready to die. I'd say I'll pour one out for you, kid, but this is a precious commodity.

And I meant fighting, not practicing your magical alcohol summoning. Keep it up!