"Gallagher's the name. I'm one of the local hounds around here. Step into Pentecone, the land of dreams. Nameless one. Evenin'. Someone's been workin' hard. Fancy a drink? All right. Grown-up's got jobs to do. Off you go. Make the best of it. Tie's all messed up. Not that you'd notice. Around Pentecone, no one gives a hoot what you're wearing. They don't even care if the person they're talking to is actually real. Bloodhound family doesn't exactly roll off the tongue. What do they call me? Lab dog? Can't say they're a talented bunch, but they sure do have sharp tongues. All these years and Soul Glad's flavor never changes. Ah, the magic of additives. I love strolling the streets of Pentecone, watching everyone here lost in their own daydreams. I've toyed with the idea of being an interstellar villain and creating chaos throughout the universe. Worst case scenario would be a stint in the IPC's prison. That's an idea I'm still entertaining."