Why am I not surprised? Guess that means you didn't follow the yellow brick road and wind up straddling a cliff and a steep drop.

[ Chas isn't sure which one he'd have preferred: arriving like John did, or finding himself in a snowed-in forest. ]

I'm going to need a good jackhammer. [ He's still looking at John, as if trying to decipher how much of that is true and how much of it is a brush-off. In the end, he decides that John will tell him when he's ready and not one second before. ]

So, what's so great about demolition?