[ If Lance is determined to push him along, Hunk is positive they shouldn't really be hanging around. Because his limit is about ten yards in front of Lance's limit at any given time. It must be hard for the universe to be so intimidated by them? One almost feels sorry for it.

Almost. ]

Ugh, tell me about it. Once was enough. Once was more than enough. You can't trust plants, you can't trust utopian underwater societies, you can't trust food--

[ If it's cool for him to pick Lance up by the shoulders and set him down a little more ahead of some sinister ferns than he was previously... Hunk will do that. No games are being played today. ]

I'm starting to wonder if this is karma for something.