[ Yeah man, of course he has enough, he can flip some more any time. Meanwhile, he splits what he's got onto two plates and slides one over to Lance while he talks. ]

I'm gonna have to go with the former. If we showed up here, why couldn't our stuff? There's no way somebody could know every little detail about this thing, I mean-- down to the scuff? Hell, there are songs on here I completely forgot about.

[ Which doesn't necessarily mean it doesn't exist in his mind, just that the synaptic relays to it weren't flaring. There's no way in the world to know for sure. ]

Maybe it's not a connection. Maybe there's just a big warehouse full of blankets and guns and pogs or whatever, and somebody's just dishin' em out at random.

[ Syrup gets plunked down, and he takes a massive Punctuation Bite at the end of his sentence. ]