He laughs. Throws his head back for it and all. "Brother. MOTHERFUCKER. Oh sad sorry spectacle in bright of blessed bethel. CALM IS A THING WHAT HE'S ON BEING AND IS. He is motherfucking serene up in this."

He doesn't sounds serene. He doesn't look it either.

That said, he certainly doesn't look unhappy.

"DO YOUR PRAY, BRIGHTVEIN?"