ALAN: You're right, Rhys, of course. Even if she's otherwise on the level, she'll probably want my soul--- which may or not be empirically real--- or something in exchange for my belongings. Maybe if we...
RHYS: . . .
ALAN: I thought you weren't wearing your hat, Rhys.
RHYS: Oh, I put it back on a while ago.
ALAN: Oh, OK. And, um, about your eyes.... Did they just turn bright red?
RHYS: I need some eye drops.
ALAN: Oh. That seems... plausible.
RHYS: Yes it does.
PATIENCE: Um, Alan? Sweetie...?
RHYS: Don't talk to the witch.
ALAN: Yes, Patience?
RHYS: I said don't talk to her!
PATIENCE: I think your friend is an eldritch mirror universe abomination.
ALAN: What makes you say that?
PATIENCE: The fact that he's morphing into the destructor form of an eldritch mirror universe abomination.
ALAN: Um, Rhys? About your semi-translucent, looming, blue, horrifying visage...?