[He just laughs, obviously not unaccustomed being called crazy.]

Hey. Tell me again, which one of us was shouting angrily at the sky while hiding in trash again?

Oh. Right. That was you wasn’t it? Gosh. Hm.

Oh. Yeah. Here’s a thought too. Uh. Maybe— And I know this is just...so crazy, but— Maybe. Maybe, there are people who actually think all the stupid bloodshed recently ain’t helping anyone.

[All the while he’s doing this, he’s calmly refilling his spray bottle to take care the small plants lining the window sill across from the front door. Which he then does. A spray here. A spray there.]

And maybe you don’t gotta know a guy’s name to decide not to leave em literally in heaps of garbage.

I mean. If you want me calling the Enforcers on you that badly, maybe tell me that before trying to get in on a guy’s pizza, huh?