Oh, yes, I imagine that from now on, the people and the neighborhoods are going to be so much more pleasant.

*He pauses, then adds,*

But at least the next level won't be full of mindless, cannibalistic shades trying to eat us.

*He notes Wesley's rather battered tooth and knows that his rib is also cracked from the last shade he'd pummelled.*

And let me know if you see a suitable corpse for more weapons. I think ours are wearing out, and frankly, I wouldn't mind having something to take with me into the next level, either.