I met a girl with a sword and a talking monkey. The monkey had a sword too. Maybe you had a sword when you woke up and lost it, I don’t know. I don’t know shit.

[The expression Dixon makes involves pulling his chin back into his neck and raising his eyebrows practically up into his hairline, and completely absolves him of any capacity or even knowledge required to take down the language barrier.] I just figured you started talking sense. Your crew?