[Jack scratches his head and finds a leaf in his hair that Hindenburg deposited as a 'gift' earlier.]

Well...what do you like to do here? Up until now, I've just been looking for a graveyard since sometimes you can get home that way. I have no idea what I'm doing now.

[He actually kind of failed at talking about himself. Everybody back home knew more about him than he would have liked. It sucked being a celebrity. Here, though, he was unknown (or so he thought). Maybe he could become someone new!]