There's regular daily life bullshit stress. Paying the bills, feeding the pets, fending off local wildlife... it builds up. Gotta let that out! Plus...ya know. The stress of ever-perpetuating tedium.

[Jack waves to the bartender, clearly at home here. He slides into his favorite booth and just flicks two fingers toward the bar. A pair of his regular - glass of beer with a shot of whiskey aside.]

Ugh, tell me about it. I mean, I grew up in a city, lived on a space station that basically was a city... I look at nature, and sometimes I dick around in it, but I'm not gonna settle down out there.