Bigass lug was looking at his hands in what appeared to be a disconnection from the conversation, this irked LeeRoy. Some people were so powerful that they seemed to think conversation was totally worthless. In fact, more than some. It's ignorance in its most heavily refined form. A lack of conversation lead to silence, silence leads to a lack of practice. You never know when you're going to have to talk your way out of something. But now the guy was talking about LeeRoy's ship.

In what seemed to be an indignant matter-of-fact statement he started speaking about how it was totally normal to send massive chunks of metal flying through the air. Specifically how he was acting as though he were the one victimized here. Then he concluded his point with the sentence: "And I survived that crash because I'm made of just a wee bit sterner stuff than most people, including, I'm assuming, you." That was rather offensive to LeeRoy, it wasn't his fault that he couldn't sleep. "Yeah, sure, you can go right ahead and make abbrasive commentary about how much better you are than me. Whoop de doo, now that I know what god you're working for I know exactly how this'll go anyway."

'What do you mean b- Oh. Really? Him? Of all the gods to toss someone our way, him?'

"Of course, I mean he is friends with Big Blue. I'm assuming. Gold and Blue go well together, colors contrast pretty well and all that."

And then he made the dumb comment. Of course he's dumb. "Self repair? Really? Is that what you think I'm capable of. Sure, let me just sit down and explain to you the thousands of reasons why that doesn't make sense. For starters, creating the materials that can reshape an entire ship would take decades. Proper programming would take a fucking century before it doesn't run the risk of rampant over aggression. Trust me, I've tried."

'We all know how that one ended.'

"Yeah, theoretically apocalyptic situations aren't fun." LeeRoy stood back up and took a step up to Maxwell, opening up the visor on his helmet to get a better look at him. "And besides, what do you know about science. I can tell that you're armed with Iron Age technology, you couldn't even begin to comprehend how to build a space ship."

"I don't need to be anything, numbnuts. I can insult any person I want and there's not a damn thing you can do to me. What're you gonna do? Punch me? How original." The scientist's temper was running incredibly hot. The long list of shitty events that have ruined LeeRoy's day has just not been annoying, they have been compiling. He could literally not care less about the emotions of some meatheaded 'paladin.' "Yeah, and about that 'paladin' shit. You're nothing more than a worker of your god, gods are not super caring about mortals. You know that right? You're just a blink in the lifetime of an immortal being. And your cock-sure behavior isn't going to get you off of this heap of a planet. I'm the only person in the entire world who knows you're out here, and I'm the only person who has a fucking ship that's easily accessable."

'LeeRoy, you're getting ahead of yourself!' The voidman pleaded with him but his frustrations were too great for him to care.

"And besides, Bitch. You're the one who wrecked it, so you either make the choice of helping me or fucking die out here."