I was asking you, I've actually never ran a shitshow before, but I sure have been the star.

[ he gives hank a little shrug before looking up at the sky again, arms winding around his knees as he waits. is rambling helping? he can ramble for days on end even after... whatever they'd just been through. and even if his voice gets a little hoarse from breathing real air again, he doesn't seem to be bothered by it. ]

Is this your dog? He's the size of Yankee Stadium. Can I pet him or is he one of those helper dogs? Maybe they don't make the vest in his size. [ to sumo, ] No offense, dude, I'm sure you're just big-boned.