Me fuckin' neither, man. I'm looking forward to committing the least amount of brutality possible for as long as I'm stuck here. [Stuck being a relative term, as Sharky's sort of convinced this is his end-game sandbox, rather than an elaborate magical prison. It's all about optics, man.]

And B-T-W? Being paranoid is, like, the best thing you can be when you're teleported onto a mystery cruise in the middle of... nowhere, really. Trusting people is hard fuckin' work, dude, you shouldn't waste it on just any old motherfucker. [Oh, shit,] I mean, you can trust me, obviously. But I'll, uh, understand if you don't, given the whole situation.