Right, dickheads identified. Oliver was that blob of...and Zain was that lovely shade of...

These things didn't have names, but Zain was brownish if you ignored the pink so he decided that that color was Rolling Stone and Oliver was a color that he mentally dubbed Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap.

"Yeah. At one point I think someone tossed a landmine into my room." He replied to Zain, carefully picking up whatever food was in front of him, looking at it, then tasting it to try and match color to object and hopefully find some sort of pattern to work off of. "Did wonders for my complexion though, didn't it?"

He raided his voice to the rest of the table. "Everyone else still alive? Everybody sound off, I can see too much to see."