The whole thing is kind of a rip-off, if you think about it. I wanted a future better than this - wait, hang on.

[ Robbie adopts a marginally more serious look, with squarer shoulders and a tired tone. ]

No offense is meant, fellow Legionnaires who will probably jump all over me anyway. I know everyone's doing their best, but Sam and I have been denied peace-filled, flower-powered utopian futures, a bird-eye's view of tesseract, and ice cream with actual baby cow steroids in it.

Anyway, Sam. How's Kaelynn and your mom?