Nah. Kinda the opposite, really. [ he sighs as he leans forward, grinding the cigarette he'd been smoking further into the ashtray just to give him something to do with his hands. ] Ya know how tirin' it gets when people automatically assume yer a bad person just 'cause ya don't have two eyes? Don't get me wrong, I ain't stupid—I know exactly why they think stuff like that, an' I'll be the first in line to agree that ya can't exactly blame 'em.

[ a beat passes, then he collapses back into his seat and lets out a laugh that's more like a bark. ]

Haw... look at me, spoutin' all this shit completely sober! [ he glances over at them, his smile crooked. ] What other ideas did ya have in mind to try an' cheer me up?