Malevolent beings with unimaginable power. Strip the nerd-speak off of that, what do you get? Drug lords, maybe. When Ford stops Stanley drops the arm around his shoulders but doesn't move back, just kind of frowns at him for a second.

"I do believe you. I believe you're in a lotta' trouble. And if- I mean, if you're worried about me bein' safe, I had dicks like that on my ass before and come out okay."

He shakes his head. "It's about time you actually showed me some a' this. Go on. Show me."