Travis. ( He echoes encouragingly, clapping Redneck Dude on the shoulder in approval. ) Travis, I'm Peter. It sounds like some seriously fucked up shit happened to you, and I'm sorry.

( Peter's also got a knack for people, and he's got the bonus benefit of having especially earnest-looking eyes — which he wields now as best he can, to try and chill this whole situation out a couple fucking notches. )

But I'm, like, ninety-nine percent sure that whatever you've got going on where you're from is a whole separate conspiracy to the shit that's going down here. If the government could make portals, they wouldn't have such big boners for gas and fuel and shit, right? Think about it. We're Americans. The president would be flashing his balls at China talking about how fucking sick our portal technology is by now.