I feel as fucked as he does right now, if the books description is anything to go by, but he just tackled some cunt through a time portal into the middle of the next day, kicked the shit out of him and questioned him, then found out his friend has been partnered with the wimpiest detective in their station and has been sent off to investigate a rebel stronghouse on a virtual suicide mission by their occupying psychedelic mind-melting mushroom-man overlords; so now he's off to help them
What am I doing with my life, why can't I be living in a hardcore alternate reality where I'm not ruled by the McDonalds happymeal equivalent of villains, who are only in charge and anally raping the human race because we're all so fucking trough-fed and lazy
finch is too fucked up