>You're tired, and you're sure you smell like roadkill.
>You brought plenty of wet wipes, but you're running low.
>And for obvious reasons, you need to burn all organic evidence that you've been here.
>You enjoyed Gattaca, but you never thought you'd be living it.
>You check the scope mounted on your trusty rifle one final time before using the cheap-ass can opener on your multitool to open up the refried beans.
>In hindsight they were a terrible idea.
>But you've run out of everything else at this point.
>He has to leave soon.