[ As long as it doesn't break skin, who is he to deny T-chan a little angy nibble. He gives him a little swipe over the nose. ]

Yeah, doesn't sound like it. You don't wanna be where I am. All hot sun and gunpowder, industrial burnished steel and iron dust stuck so far up my nose I'll be smelling rust 'til the day I die. [ Beat pause. ] Well, I'm still smelling it, so.

Maybe you can Noah's Ark your way out.