"Kid, you'd be surprised what I've met in my day," he chuckles.

"Now, let's see, it's starting to come back to me a little." He rubs his forehead and scratches a little at where the skin meets the horn stumps. "The frog monsters were me. I'm guessing all the robots were you; they didn't have any swastikas on 'em. Was the apocalypse just me, or did we both contribute to the ambiance?"