"I guess not." Tommy looked in the direction of where the barbershop sextet or however were there today of skeletons were auditioning for some talent show. All the time. Twenty-four seven. "But no kidding. Using one of their femur's as a baseball bat sounds pretty damn good to me."
Of course, he wasn't stupid enough to try it. Doing so would probably mean a portal to hell would open in his living room as retaliation.
"And no one knows why we're here, huh?" A shuffle of his feet and a sigh, as he glanced back at his patrol buddy, someone else actually from his world whom he kind of knew but would probably get to know a lot better if they were going to be stuck in one spot. He didn't mind that part. It just wasn't good for him to be stuck in one spot - very high potential for losing his mind, and no one wanted that.