[ He doesn't get how people can be worried about the next generation when clearly their priorities are all in place. Nature is bad. That's one of the most important things a person in civilized society can know.

Taste in limitless imaginary sleep locations notwithstanding.

Taste in crayon drawings notwithstanding. Goodness gracious. ]

Athena, I, I open my heart to you. My heart and soul. Show you my work. My magnum opus of artistic commentary. I invite you into my, my personal, vulnerable mind palace where I keep the flamethrower specs. And you go on and death of the author me right to my damn face? For shame, girl. For shame.

[ What to even do with all this super genuine heartache he is forced to bear! Woe betide him! How can a man survive this gauntlet? Et cetera!

Stick his hands in his pockets and start strolling in the direction of the beauty shop, of course. ]