I suppose, in a way, it is good, then, that multiversal nexii like this do not, in the end, destroy the base. We just leak out of our molds, out of reality and slide again and again, changing...

[Ramjet sounds almost contemplative, but that might also have been a touch more incoherent than usual.]

In the end, Barricade, given where he is... No one will like the result of the foolish decision he chose!

[Ramjet outright huffs and then, finally and perhaps mercifully for the safety of at least one party involved, disconnects.]