"Matty could be here" he thought, "I've never been in this federated timeline before. There could be Matty anywhere." The cool wind felt good against his bare chest. "I HATE MATTY" he thought. Sweet Dreams are Made of These reverberated his entire car, making it pulsate even as the $9 wine circulated through his powerful thick veins and washed away his (merited) fear of nigbots after dark. "With a Revolver, you can federate anywhere you want" he said to himself, out loud.