"They'd probably be able to find enough with their resources but it looks like it's easier to just grab," he replied, shaking his head. "Lazy bastards." Not having seen any proof of interaction by the big guys, he didn't feel there was a reason not to insult them. Not that higher beings cared anyway. "Fight for your own reasons, not someone else's."
Eliot tilted his head back, laughing. "Have to be living under a rock not to have heard of those movies. Not my -" He paused, catching on, and looked over at Sam. "Seriously?" he asked.
He reached out for the door as he followed Sam inside the club, taking in the surroundings. "Surprisingly it helps to know that there's more than a few people having to adjust." Anything less and crazy would have seemed like the best option. "Beer's fine."