“No man, I’ve got no idea what the fuck you’re talking about. What’s a skimmer? We haven’t met aliens yet, either. Well,” he should clarify, “we don’t actually know whether or not we’ve met aliens ‘cause the government lies. Some people claim to have seen ‘em, but there's no credible evidence, far as I know.”

Doing anything remotely fun is pretty much the last thing on his mind. In fact, anything besides feeling like total shit for all eternity fails to register as even a possibility. Still, things being so fantastical serves as a welcome distraction from his angst. He’s also starting to believe that this is a relatively safe place, maybe even a nice place. He trusts Johnny far more than the pamphlet on that.

He’s going to worry about those other dimensions now, though. Tripping and falling into the Twilight Zone sounds like the type of dumbass thing that would happen to him.

"Right," he says, laughing a little, mainly to mask that he's actually embarrassed, even if all the blood does make him look tough. Now that he's not screaming and crying from pain, that is. “This other chick I met’s actually bringing me a change of clothes."

He means Adia. If he had any kind of common sense, he’d probably have considered cleaning up right away. But he does not have common sense, so it was beer and chips that were his first priority. Hey, he fuckin’ died. It’s understandable, surely.