Johnny's first bottle was gone and he wasn't even half as lit up as Mary. Maybe he could talk to the aliens about creating an alcohol strong enough for somebody like him. They had to see the reoccurring moments of frustration. How often did they need him to want to get drunk before they stepped in with their awesome alien powers to help?
He thought about the dream and wasn't sure if he agreed. He seemed to remember pain and confusion, but he didn't want to break Mary's thought process of being away from the aliens. She looked so happy thinking about it, so he kept quiet.
"So what else did I miss out on? Other than an awesome western space world in space with cowboys and that's really fucking unfair, you know? To go to a world like that and not wake me up for it? I mean, come on! Johnny Outlaw. My bike has a fucking saddle for a seat."