When the world receded around him, Snider crossed his arms, more annoyed than anything else. The bottom of his boots clacked twice as they hit the hard stone floor, once when his toes made contact, and again when his heels did. He stood relatively nonchalant as the soles of his boots sizzled. The magic rune that had quickly appeared underneath seemed to be protecting the hunter. Snider looked straight forward, keeping an angered grimace as he took in his surroundings. The gigantic stone structures, the lava flows, and even the platform he stood on; it was as if everything in the area was designed with the express purpose of putting him in his place. Snider didn't like that one bit.

The elder couldn't quite get what was going on. In fact, he didn't really care, not that he had much a choice to. Without his hearing aid, Snider was deaf on one side.

Akoni's paper was quickly torn from Snider's face with his good arm. Snider pinched the piece of paper between his chin and chest, then tore a small bit of blood-soaked cotton gauze, still wet from his previous encounters. "PUT IT ON MY TAB" he wrote, before throwing it up in the air, not caring for where it actually landed.

"HEY! FUCKFACES!" Snider yelled. "I don't know where the fuck your asses are, but when I find them, I'm going to kick the shit out of them!"

His attention was then turned toward the more grandiose looking watcher Panoptos. Patiently, he watched the initiation of the other individuals on the circle in addition to the one excommunication. A tinge of fear trickled down Snider's spin as the red mark appeared over Gene's neck. Just a tinge though.

"Hey! ET! Get me the fuck home."