Richie takes a sip and shrugs. "My skillset is pretty limited, I won't lie. Maybe my secret calling in life has always been washing dishes and this is my time to find out. Crap. Maybe that's why those weird aliens took me! To show me the joys of manual labor."

He sips again and leans back just a little. It tests his balance more than it probably should for a drink and a third in his system. Maybe he needs to slow down. He'll revisit that thought after this one is finished.

"Seriously. Unless there's some sort of pent-up demand for comedians, I don't got a lot to offer you all. I really have no idea why I'm even here."