BIZMO: who is this guy this again?
GORIN: His name is NUKE.
BIZMO: and... you think this guy will really help?
GORIN: He's one our best hopes, yeah.
BIZMO: I think this is one big waste of time. Like always.
GORIN: The guy has the power to kill anything and everything with the radius comparable to Betelgeuse. He has like. The power of 10 quadrillian suns.
BIZMO: how is that guy still alive? Are you sure were not just heading to a grave?
GORIN: He simply just can't die. The legend goes; he tried to create some sort of perpetual energy, but of course, fucked up. Destroyed his entire planet. Wrecked with guilt he threw himself into his home sun in hopes of killing himself. And you know what happened?
BIZMO: what?
GORIN: The sun just fuckin' exploded. Went supernova. Destroyed his entire home solar system. Causing more destruction you could possibly imagine and he fucking Lived.
BIZMO: ...
BIZMO: ...shit dude.
GORIN: Sent himself far into space so he could no longer hurt anyone ever again. Supposedly looking for a way to kill himself.
BIZMO: Why not just... throw himself into a black hole or something?
GORIN: And what would you think would happen? If even a sun couldn't kill and, hell, went fuckin' supernova, and he was Fine... Would you really want to test those odds?
BIZMO: ...are you fuckin sure we should be even attempting contact with this guy?
GORIN: One of our only hopes against Scrimshaw.