Looking back, I can’t remember the truth. I blew everything out of proportion so I could feel the hurt and betrayal and write about it in vivid detail. It was my own method of torture. My own undoing; and I enjoyed every second of it.
Anybody remember when I carried a nuke through a wormhole? Saved New York. Recall that? A hostile alien army came charging through a hole in space. We’re standing 300 feet below it. That up there, that’s… that’s the end game. How were you guys planning on beating that?