[If he had a nickel for every time someone gave him that look, he'd a millionaire.

But he's not crazy! This time. In this instance.



Mostly.] The rats! [He holds his hands apart to indicate the size of a small house cat which in no way should be the size of any rat.] They're worse than racoons! [Sorry Rita the Raccoon (don't ask).] Get in all your shit and their blood is rancid! Acidic? Whatever, one of those. [Neither of those.]

Point is, you should be happy you don't know what I'm talking about.

[He's watching her hand like he expects it to have a gun and keeps being confused that she... doesn't.]