There is no swear jar or automatic censor in the multiverse that will convince Brand to give up his F-bombs. Not even the presence of adorable, impressionable children can do that.

He sighs heavily at Robbie's warning, then harrumphs at his offer of assistance.

"I don't need a fucking doctor. It's not a physical problem." He sighs again and grits his teeth, bracing himself for noisy sympathy.

"Rune's back home."