Grif's best friend is trying to kill him because of a bad combination of space Cthulhu and Evil Superman. He laughs. It just kind of spills out of him, a panic noise he can't stop.

"How about screw that?!"

It's not going to fly, and he knows it isn't. He takes off into the maze of derelict machinery, breaking line of sight. The closing in has to happen soon, the monologuing can't last forever.

And dodging through the striped shadows of the abandoned facility means he's busy. He doesn't have to see Rich's face moved to tears by alien monsters.