Skwisgaar's bullshit detector was stronger now that he'd had a couple dozen years of experience, and some time to dwell on his home-reality's destruction.
"And I tolds you I could handles some of it. I likes de head Klokateer, she ams pretty alright for a servants. Teachings me how to swordsfight. I coulds takes care of dems, since I ams has half more freetimes dan I useds to with my youngselfs around." He pulled out a cigarette and lit it. It had taken him that long to break down and need one.