He stared at the path, and then shook his head slowly. "Follow the yellow brick road. If we... Never mind, I am not giving Nevermere any more ideas than it already has."<br/><br/>He finished refilling the flamethrower, and then returned both items back to their dimensional storage space in his Weapon Master Gloves, before heading further along the path, muttering under his breath about paradoxes and puns, carefully spaced out with profanity usually heard only in a barracks.