Dave didn't need to be informed on the matter. Daves just die. That's kind of their thing. Though, he was one of the lucky few to make the cut. Rather, he was the only one to make the cut--so far. He figured it wouldn't be insane if he were the Alpha Dave only for a little while longer before a more successful, slightly less chumpier one came through. Still, he held onto his ego like a pop star on rapid descent.

"I've got decent threads lying around, but the shit's better suited for Muppet Treasure Island than even my wasteful corpse of a body," Dave responded easily, deciding he wouldn't embarrass his future self by admitting he could brilliantly cosplay a less scruffy, even more pale Chris Elliott if he wanted to. Some things were best left unsaid, even among Daves.

"I wouldn't worry about it, though," He shrugged, touching his chin. "I figure if I were to ever find the fucking gem during my stay here, I would have gone back in time already to hand it to myself. So, I don't think I stick around here long enough to need it. Seeing as I'm currently not neck-deep in all the fucking wishes I'd run loop-holes through and exploit."

How did he figure? Dave paid more attention to the standards and rules of the place than anyone let on, but he realized it would be meaningless to really discuss it with his crew. He didn't need to pile depression into their lives.