A brow arches at that, chuckling. "Wow. That's definitely...Damn. Well then. You murder as many punching bags as you want," he says, gesturing at the latest hung one. "I have to ask though. It work? You took them down?"

There's hope in his tones, figuring maybe it's another timeline and maybe it didn't work. He assumes it did in his world. At least he hopes so.