Tirin smirks at Firedemon and rolls his eyes, unimpressed by the power of the Overlord. "Fine, if you wanna deal with time bein' fucked without the guy who holds it together, and arguably personifies it, to bail you out, be my guest. Sorry to hear you banged TC, by the way, I know he's got a few of those from all the forumers he's gotten too close to, accidentally or otherwise. Good choice on not getting yourself killed here, though! Proud of you!"
Time stops, but TC finds himself curiously able to move and speak - but, more importantly to Tirin's intentions, listen. He turns back to the shit-stained incompetent, an amused smile plastered to his face. "I'll do you one better than give you a hint, I'll tell you exactly where it'll be: in this jar, with me, in the universe we came here from - 'cause this is my Cookie. If you can find me, I'll hand it over. If you just pop in with Firedemon without doin' any thinking, you can get bent. Good luck, scrub."
TC and FD become conscious immediately after as if nothing has happened, but there is no sign of Tirin save a few lingering teal motes. Many dimensions away, the deity appears in a decaying city, monuments of mangled steel and derelict concrete jutting into the sky, shaking his head at the remnants of prior glory. "I've got a lot of work to do."