"People have been looking at me weird all my life," Lemmy says. "Might as well give 'em something to look at. Huh. I wonder if I still need to sleep. Or if I can even eat anymore. Or if I can SMOKE! FUCK! Hold on, Mr. Hawke, I need to try something real quick! Then right to Sundollar, I promise!" He zooms down the stairwell in a stream of liquid metal to his room.