Scales was slowly answered by a being wearing armor. The armor itself conveyed a strange sort of message to him. One of perminant insanity. As if the armor gave the viewer a feeling of dread and torture.
"We all blow up and die in a fiery explosion and are sent hurdling toward space and then crushed by the lack of air," the armored being replied laughing.
Scales shrugged slightly. "You seem rather optimistic." Scales responded in a casual sarcastic manner. "But you look like you would welcome a fiery explosion."
"There's gotta be a better way to make a living"