Becker chuckled into his drink as he sipped the beer. "Bring it on, I never back down from a challenge. Even when they get me into trouble, and that's a whole different set of military academy stories." Soldiers and bets. Never ended well, even if it was so often hilarious.
He nodded, agreeing that Jack definitely had a point there. "Okay, yeah, true. Maybe I should say a world without war just because everyone decides to just be nice to each other. No pressure, no loss of liberties, just being good for the sake of good. Then again," he shrugged slightly. "Now I think about it, would that end up with humanity losing some of its passion and drive? And a world without passion, that just sounds depressing." Ah, beer and philosophy, good combination. He glanced at Jack with a thoughtful expression. "Must have been so tempting though. To have the chance to go back in time and do something like, I don't know, shoot Hitler as a teenager or something, and then to not go through with it? Then again," he gestured with his glass before taking another gulp. "Thinking along those paths was Helen's thing. Decided humanity was some kind of plague so she'd use the anomalies to go back and wipe the first ones out. For the good of the world." Failed, thanks to Danny. And apparently a handy raptor.
There was a smirk on his face as he leaned in a little. "Some of the war wounds are even third date material. There'd have to be stripping and everything." So many ruined clothes over the years. Oh well.
"Okay, so, aliens and time travel. And alien time travel?" He paused just to make sure he'd gotten that one right. He saw the shadow pass over Jack's face and he wondered what that race had been, what horrors they'd committed and what had become of them. "Cat Nuns," Becker couldn't help it, he looked skeptical. "I didn't think cats were religious. Come on, you've got to be winding me up with that one." Right?