"Okay, fine, we'll kill it. But, gods, I'd like a break from terrible shit for a while."

First there was the murdertournament, then goo men, then the Archive, and now more goo men and whatever the goo men were hanging out with. And, like... his entire life before he ever met all of you assholes, that was filled with a whole lot of awful shit, too. Malcer talks with eldritch abominations on a regular basis, but even he's got his limits.