I live in Liberty, man. You can't tell me that the place I live in doesn't exist, no matter how shitty that place is.

[He looks off to the side, off at nothing, and then back again. Y'know what? He's going to go for it.]

Think my way back.

[AND POOF, he's gone. But a moment later (ten, his time) he comes stumbling in from a few steps away and grabs the stool as he trips over his own feet. He's now got a light dusting of ash and he's more scuffed up, but he's not really hurt.

He climbs back up on it waveringly.]

Okay. Going to take a rest here.