Steve shrugs, "I just woke up."
Roland nods, "Well, I'm a chronicler. My job is to chronicle worlds, and destribute their tales to other universes as works of fiction by implanting them into someone's mind. As we speak someone is probably writing what I say... well, I know who's writing what I say due to time shenanigans, but still, someone would be writing what you say, and not even know what's happening is real."
Gaylor places down some wheat blocks, and some water. He pulls out some bones, and begins growing bread.
Doctor Com hits the missiles in mid air, and sends them back.
"INSERT REBOUND PUN HERE!"