That is a dangerous question, and I will be promptly and sagely refusing to answer it. But I will say, given how many weird ass timelines there are floatin' around in this hizzouse that there's actually no fuckin' clue about what year you're from stapled to your forehead.

（ he gives it a long moment of thought. then, with a bit of a shit-eating grin: ）

I mean, except the fact you obviously think disco's old.