Man, I'm all strained out. Nothing can be strained more than it is. Two days stale. I'm outta booze and outta ideas so all that's left is to chill in the snowglobe, kick up my feet and pack up my things and go to a real life vacay, winter wonderland Christmas bonanza. Complimentary eggnog, carry-on vodka.
You dig? It's all about relaxing now. I ain't straining a thing no more, and god damn if that ain't some real frozen ice packed down all over the ground and that is sure as fuck something to get all excited about. We're home again.
[ Squall was a living hell for Roxy, and in her point of view they just got back from there today. ]