Mar laughed, almost a giggle. Uh oh. Yes, the drink was getting to his mind. "That's one way of putting it," he said rather casually. "From what I remember it does not go into any detail, and there are some inaccuracies....but I am a mortal shard of the entity that's being referred to, yes. Though there are more..."other guys"...than you'd imagine, Ike. The universe is a complicated place."
"As to your entry....I suppose that might be how most arrive," stated Mar, putting his hand on his chin. "An outcast, or loner, or rebel, thinks about how much they'd kill for a good drink...and ends up here, as if the Bartender Himself had sent them an invitation. Although you're a bit interesting, and so are the Imperials--- most here are more...washed-up outliers than Highest thralls or bigoted masters of the galaxy."