"You're not the boss of me." But since he was heading to the bar anyway he's gonna keep on doing that, even if part of him wants to go somewhere else just to spite Scaramouche.

Shoving the stupid broken bar-bot out of the way he goes behind the counter to grab himself a whiskey because he's not about to have his last drink be a badly made tequila sunrise.

"Gonna go get a front row seat to the end of the world?"