"Scotch is the best liquor to drink on the rocks and I'll fight you to the death- oh wait I can't die. Never mind," he said with a grin. "You're so boring, not even a hint of appreciation for this body of mine."
He nodded. "I know. I met my older self. He's lived way too long and was not a happy camper. In fact, he was doom and gloom. I don't want to become that." He chuckled. "Not sure you can, but thank you for trying. Gold star to you."
He made a face. "That sounds-. Yeah, let's hope that they never come up with anything similar, although we know that they will. They aren't happy until they'll find a way to kill us all. If they just would leave us alone. If the professor would hear me now, he'd be so disappointed. He wanted co-existence, but some days it's harder to believe that we'll ever achieve it."
He scratched his head. "That simple? Where were you when everyone was bitching at me for not telling them? Oh right, you were dead Seriously man, this is refreshing. I might actually enjoy this evening. Talk about weird things happening."
Bobby rolled his eyes. "That's not an answer. Wanna train with me? Your fire, my ice. We might just not destroy everything." He thought for a moment. "You know, I can actually create a full giant room of ice outside, just using the moisture in the air. You could practice without melting it completely and just building it would help me."