Shropshire... He repeats the word in his head. It definitely doesn't sound like a real place. It did sound like a tongue twister. Shropshire, stopsprier, fopflier. He couldn't even think it three times fast! He get's distracted by that for a moment, so it takes him another second or two to respond. As the silence drags on though he realizes Strange has asked him a question and leaves dumb english tongue twisters behind him.

Of course were the Psionic sober he'd know better than to use troll terms like kismesis around humans. However, if Psi wasn't drunk then they wouldn't be having this conversation in the first place.

"Joker's from London and a performer, but I never see you asking where he's at."

Joker was probably a much better lay too to be quite honest. Then again if you were looking for a relationship you might be afraid Joker wouldn't commit or something like that. He could seem rather flighty. But fuck that trash! Anyone would be lucky to have Joker as their partner. Joker would be a great kismesis.

"Oh, I know. It's because he's your boss. You don't like the idea of being on the bottom of someone's spade... Well listen, that's not how it works here. There's no caste! I mean I'm a fucking yellowblood, but here I can boss around anyone I want! I could tell you to do something stupid right now and you'd just have to do it."

As the conversation goes on, it seems Psionic is going to be making less and less sense.