"That'th really not a bad idea, in theory. But it'th not uth that the terrorth are going after, thpethifically. It'th the entire bubble. They thtarted ramping up their attackth becauthe thome of uth actually thtarted preparing to fight back." Shrugging, Sollux drained half of his beer and leaned against the counter, peeking into the boiling pot then starting to rifle through the cupboards to see what else they could add to it when it was done. Bachelor cupboards rarely yielded much, but a jar of storebought sauce would be just fine with him. "I wouldn't mind crashing here for a couple of dayth though. Bro'th got our end of the country covered more or leth. A lot more capable than me anyway. The only thing I could really contribut'th my pthionicth and even then I have to be careful not to burn out again. I don't feel like dying blind yet again." Rolling his eyes, he put down a jar then wandered back into the living room, flopping down into the couch and glancing around then finally greeting the AI with a "hi Eddie."