[The elevator cheerfully chirps to announce it's presence and Pratt had never been happier to see a glass box ready to take him to his room.]

I'd be happy with some fentanyl and sleep for three days straight. Just knock me the fuck out. Maybe that's what I need.

[He is on board with the keeping Pratt loopy and sleepy plan.]

Kinda weird the buffet food is all normal. Why isn't there shit from other people's worlds. I want ice cream in flavors of berries that don't exist. Or I dunno... space pasta.