I don't even know what'd actually make you bleed out of your eyes. [...] And no, I don't really want to know, either.

[Ugh. The image alone makes him want to shudder. He'll focus on Allen's reply instead, which makes him laugh lightly - which Allen will likely bodily feel, with his arm across Clay's abdomen and all.]

Well, no cosmic event could be greater than that, so you got me there. But you know what I mean.