That casual dismissal had the ring of someone for whom time/space nonsense was a thing of science fiction, so Dave just let the subject drop. He could say some shit about the rationality of doubting anything while standing in a room with a giant anthropomorphic rabbit, but whatever. He just shrugged and snagged one of those tiny cups to pour himself some cider. At least this shit had to be good, right? It's like adult apple juice or something.

"This audience should consider themselves lucky they get to hear the dulcet tones of my voice in the first place." Said voice had a subtle twang indicative of somewhere in the American south, so that was a questionable description at best. "Better men than these fuckers would fall to their knees at my feet groveling for a good dressing down. It's hard work playing dom to all these pitiful chumps, but I am a benevolent god if nothing else."

He paused his rambling to sip at the drink and then made a face, nose scruching in a manner that wasn't particularly godlike.

"Fuck, I don't know how they managed to make an apple-based drink suck, but they managed it. These chumps are absolute champions of ruining good things just based soley on their refreshments."