Despite himself, he found that kind of cool now that they weren't roughly snarling it at each other. There weren't any terrorists that he knew of in his world, which was a testament to just how much control the mafia and the government were able to execute. He didn't doubt there were some underground rebels but he didn't have much faith in their retirement prospects either. He sort of wondered sometimes if his brother's friends had been getting too close to something like that.

"Oh yeah, that too. I stand by my assumption that your world is full of douchebags." Badou replied, deadpan.

He pulled a salty french fry out of his plate and swirled it in ketchup. "I could be wrong but I'm not the only one who thinks they're the real deal. Then again, for all we know they just drag the information out of our heads at night.The best advice I've got is don't think about it since we can't do shit about it anyway."