"It'll probably break your heart, then, that McDonald's doesn't stick around forever, either," Jim replies, not at all concerned about Clint's music selection. Jim will probably end up tuning it out in favor of concentrating on his work, anyway.

He starts on his second slice of pizza as he finishes making his tour through the warehouse, and then he heads back to the tables nearest their rest spot. "No offense, man, but after sixteen hours of this, I'll probably just want to get back home. I'm sure your friend makes great beer, but if I've learned anything about dimension-and-time travel, it's that you shouldn't screw around with whatever opportunities you've got to get back."