Okay. He was poking part of the behemoth. He couldn't resist. The rice was proving to be quite a difficult foe. Someone figure out how to make a more effective rice cooker, please. The rice was important, Seifer would do his absolute level best to ensure this meal was done properly. For whatever reason that the Overseers had sent it, obviously it needed to be done.

"Bullshit," He quips, still obsessively fussing with the rice. "You forget years of muscle memory and fall off a roof, Flyboy. What really happened?"