“You look like you’ve been on a month-long bender. Have you?”

“No, Ken, I have not. I’ve just had a long week.”

Walked the streets of a city bathed in blood and stood amid a hundred thousand corpses. Negotiated a three-way peace treaty among opposing factions of a warring alien species who’d previously held me captive. Bullied the Metigen leadership into doing my bidding. Found out we’re not the real humans, and the real humans are currently enslaving the real universe. Oh, and I think I’m addicted to my ship. How was your week?

“Nothing a shower and some food won’t fix.”