[ Tezcatlipoca is about halfway through the thought of "what, this shit again?" before someone just... pops out of the ground, as bright and cheerful as a daisy. He's in the process of pulling the dirt and sap out of his hair, but he ends up just kind of. Watching. As Flat goes through his considerations. ]

—Nah, it ain't the Matrix. Way too fantasy here for that shit.

[ That's the important part to address, clearly. Certainly better than the whole taste for organs things, considering his own deal there. Tezcatlipoca mutters something indistinct as he pats his jacket, but at least makes a noise of relief as he finds his cigarettes and lighters still there, which he starts to pull out. ]

You think the powers that be would use us as batteries?