[Well at least he knows what patronizing means, and it gets a snort of agreement out of him.]

It def feel like a game sometimes. Ain't met a God yet who don' like gamin' it up. Wish they'd leave us alone though an' jus' play wid each other, yo.

[The suggestion makes him pause and his eyes go a little unfocused as he stares off into the void. When he responds his voice is soft.]

Oh... yo, di'nt even thinka that. Gonna have to ask 'bout it on the network. I got somethin' like fifty of them so far, if I can find others wid similar amounts, maybe we can pile it all together for a big door out...

[Absolutely knowing he won't remember any of this, Beat shifts around to reach into his goo again and take out a small post it notepad and a pencil. He will scribble the idea aggressively down, then tuck them back in against his hip. Or where his hip should be.]

Thanks! Bet no one else thoughta it either!