[He can't even begin to give a shit about the plate or that Peanut might currenly be devouring some ceramic, not with the face Angus is making. He gives him a little finger gun and a wink.]

Would I lie to you? Please, Ango. I'm wounded.

[He kind of knows that he would, though, so he's gonna clarify.]

Yeah, no, it's all good. Really. We crushed it. Everybody's alive, world's saved. Boom.