Peculiarities were common in the man’s life, as they apparently were in many others’. He, similarly to others like himself, learned to roll with it, and so seeing the strange happenings occur–the flawless execution of a plan, the merciless slaughter, and most of all–the disintegrating corpses. He was silent for a moment, reviewing the action that had just unfolded in front of him. But seeing that Mr. Moss evidently meant no harm to him, it should’ve been alright to let his guard down... right? And so, even though it probably wasn’t the smartest decision–he’d seen countless people fall prey to the “we mean no harm” act, before getting the shit beat out of them–the man nodded. He wasn’t gonna attempt to burn them up. Unless they attacked first, of course. “A message? For lil’ ‘ol me?” He replied rhetorically, intrigued.