*dutifully chipper, taking in their surroundings as well (and you've no idea how much they were all looking forward to this, down to the last junior staffer)* Oh, absolutely. I knew what I was getting into when I started down this road. *tips his fellow Fountain lads and lasses a salute* It's been a pleasure, people. I'll expect an annual lighting of incense to the Jar in my memory. ... I heard that, Elise. If you want to torch an innocent Chia pet every year, that'll be on your conscience.
*makes a conceding gesture with his fork* Never underestimate the power of well-organized miscreants, sir. Just stay in our good graces, and you'll be fine. *brightly* We've already made sure your room at the geriatric home's got soft pillows and everything.