Well, it must seem pretty old hat to you, but, uh. [ he ticks off his fingers ] I kinda found out aliens were real and also evil, then got picked to pilot a ten thousand-year-old cat-shaped war machine—the best and most beautiful one, obviously—who like, started talking in my mind? [ gesturing to his head, but his expression is quite fond ] And then we went into space, through a wormhole, [ making PSSSHHHHOOO noises to indicate flying, natch ] where we met more, nice aliens, found more cat-shaped war machines and then put them together to make a giant robot so we could, you know, fight the bad aliens.

[ A beat. ]

In like, about twenty-four hours...?

[ WHAT HE'S TRYING TO SAY IS, HIS LIFE IS WEIRD SO HE HAS NO PLACE TO JUDGE. ]