Oh. Shit. Damn. Wait. Does that mean what he thinks it means? "Oh." Wow, hella articulate there, Church. "Uh." Give the guy a hand, speech of the century. "That's cool." No, wait, not the maybe a cannibal wolf-girl or something part!!! "I mean, obviously, no, don't spill your guts to a stranger, jesus. I'm not gonna tell you some of the bullshit in my life at the drop of a hat, either, just. I was kind of joking? And now I'll stop doing that. Not the joking, the--talking. about. sssstuff." And this guy wants to make new Rifters feel at ease. Be afraid.

"How about we just blame Stephen King and call it a day. Fuckin' spooky-ass Maine." Fucking spooky-ass Agent Maine, too, but. Different story, different day.