“I am a fricking DEMI-GOD,” Dustin yells, which sounds like the kind of thing that Dustin yells like, ninety percent of the time when drunk and about 89.9% of the time while sober.

Only this time there’s a hammer in his hand and he’s positioning himself in between Chris and whatever the fuck that is and, holy crap, is that lightning?

Dustin says, ”You can’t pull those tricks around here any more. These are my people, this is my time on this planet, and you can take that message and tell it to the nine worlds,” and as the monster starts to glow and fade he shouts after it, “Dustin out, bitches.”