It's a person who thinks they belong here and acts sickeningly cheerful about it. They seem like game constructs, but they're not. They take us sometimes and scrub down our pans so we act like that.

[He knew he should have written a letter like Adam Sandler. Explaining this to her all over again is starting to get him angry.]

If you don't drink it, they'll panscrub you, and they'll make you go on a murder spree.