"Look, it's not like I want bulletins on the gossip, but people keep telling me how doomed we are. I'd like forewarning when there are... fuckin'... flying electrical multiplying wolves bearing down on us." It's a purely practical problem, here.

He allows himself to be rerouted, though. "I left my carpentry guy in my other planar system, but, I mean, I guess. Not like there isn't time to kill while we wait for the doom and shit to happen." Or, hopefully, for rescue in the form of any of his various reality-hopping allies, or a way out he finds himself, which'd just be even better.