I'd like that. Someday, whenever you are ready - it could be the day Cazador dies or a hundred years from now when all that he ever was has turned to dust. Now that I'm not quite the uncontrollable, walking cataclysm I once was, I can be patient.

[Or course, the bomb wasn't his only problem, given the tadpoles, the Netherbrain, and the end-of-the-world scenario they are quickly approaching, but those are a given.]