Oh, I aim for the stars! [Grift exclaimed, raising his hand holding the bottle to soar through the air in an arc, sloshing the liquor only slightly out of it.] But realism plays a pretty good part, I say. We climb up slowly, insidiously, until suddenly...

[He takes a long swig.] ...Bam! We're in Section 4! But for now? Step at a time, my friend, step at a time.