That's the truth. [Takes a drink, but not nearly with the same speed and sentiment as April. Although he had to admire the gusto.]
Nah, was only for a short while. Left one hell of an impression though, as-- well, basically someone took over the complex and turned it into their own personal playpen. [A small laugh.] That wasn't without its benefits, but... that's also why this happened, today, supposedly. Things are still a little haywire in the computer that runs the dome.