I know what—[he lets out a frustrated groan and takes a half second to compose himself] It's called situational irony, you miserable old bastard. Literary device. See, this is why nobody likes you. [Says pot to kettle.]
Look. I [he points at himself grandly with both hands] am an Omega level telepath and genius from your future. I have been here for two months. I am offering to help you get caught up with all the bullshit going down around here out of the eternal goodness and mercy and forgiveness in my heart. And also get you some pants. [He pats his chest emphatically to indicate, you know. Endless benevolence that should be appreciated etc etc etc. He's such a good person, okay!!]
But I mean if you'd rather I could just tell you all about Stark Sentinels hunting down my people a few months ago, Mr. Future Man. Your choice.
[Okay, that's not entirely fair, and from what Emma claims Stark did help out with that whole mess. But hey, nobody ever said Quentin Quire played fair.]
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Look. I [he points at himself grandly with both hands] am an Omega level telepath and genius from your future. I have been here for two months. I am offering to help you get caught up with all the bullshit going down around here out of the eternal goodness and mercy and forgiveness in my heart. And also get you some pants. [He pats his chest emphatically to indicate, you know. Endless benevolence that should be appreciated etc etc etc. He's such a good person, okay!!]
But I mean if you'd rather I could just tell you all about Stark Sentinels hunting down my people a few months ago, Mr. Future Man. Your choice.
[Okay, that's not entirely fair, and from what Emma claims Stark did help out with that whole mess. But hey, nobody ever said Quentin Quire played fair.]