"Heh?! You mean you're not dat much farther away from living on da street dan me?!" At least that was how Joey interpreted it. He tended to jump to conclusions quickly. "Aether, Ultra holes, Pokemon... I'm not gonna get used to any of deeze terms!" Lamenting having to deal with quite so many new concepts at one time. The panic was a little amplified from focusing on his essential homelessness.

Being 'processed' didn't exactly sound all that appealing either. "Cheese gets processed... people shouldn't. What exactly do deeze Aether people have us do anyway? Like.. they take fingerprints? Have you fill out miles of paperwork? What?"