"I still like napalm," Pollution said with a dreamy smile, gazing into the drink that Pest had gotten for him. It was a horrid mix of too many different drinks and much too strong to drink. Pollution liked it already. "It wasn't that long ago..." He had never been little, really, like humans were. He was smaller, perhaps. In terms of presence. But a child!Pollution is a cute thought, isn't it?

Pollution turned his dreamy smile on Death and toasted him with his glass before downing it in a few gulps.