[ marco rolls with the shove, then picks up his burger and munches it on it again, a thoughtful look on his face. ]

Yep. No biggie at all. I bet we can find something better than bleach, too. This is like, future space rock world, right? [ he claps a greasy hand on stiles's back. ] Okay, buddy, you find us a cart and I'll find us cash, and we'll get this show on the road!