[sigh] Why don't you cut me to the quick some more? Come on. I'm playing lookout.

That's good. [just that, a tuneless answer. he can live with this.] I'll add that to the list of places to run away from really, really fast. It'll be slightly above the tunnel of love, but below the carnival's food court.

[at the word "food", his stomach rumbles. he glares down at it and gives it a tiny pinch as if to tell it to shut up.]