Oh, okay then I think you're the weird green skinned girl who lives in this stupid house with me and makes oodles of dumb crap!

[He throws the cereal spoon down onto the table, glowering. WHat the hell was this supposed to be? He had thought that they had actually gotten somewhere, could've even been considered friends, and now this-this weird third degree? Where'd she get off?

And it's not like it hurt, to hear that sense of mistrust. He wouldn't be hurt by that. By something so stupid. Not at all.]

You got something to say, Clod?