President. United States. Chill guy.

[ Skyler closes his eyes, then opens them again. Just trying to vibe. Hey, sometimes it's nice not to constantly thrum with useless rage. ]

Hm. Cool, I'm in hell with an alien or a dystopia reject. That's nice. [ He looks over at his dank companion. Not smiling, or like... trying to be reassuring, but he is serious. ] Not a joke. Wherever you were legalized it. That can't be much worse than where I'm from.

[ He will not, in fact, explain the Bible. Hashtag Bad Catholic Skyler Veracruz. ]