Zetta scoffed. "No, I think you people just haven't been looking hard enough. At least my way ends in whoever it is keeping us here becoming a permanent part of the pavement. What are you going to do? Sit around and wait the bastard to death? Hope it doesn't end up with everyone getting killed because he got bored and decided to go watch the paint dry instead."

Sure, he didn't mind people stopping to think about crap from time to time--even if most of the time it turned out to be pointless and wasted perfectly good time spent blowing things up--but this wasn't even that. It was just being lazy. The bad kind of lazy.