Roffo

"The best thing I can do - is get you access to The Fire Fighter Building Access to get a Shower."

A shower? *He stares, his expression a mixture of disbelief and dawning horror.* You're worried about me being wet? *He takes another shaky step back.* What is wrong with you?

"Like how am I expected to make this easier - by giving you some Tobacco?"

Tobacco? *He shakes his head, taking another step back, his eyes wide with a mix of anger and confusion.* Do you hear yourself? You're not making this easier. You're just... making it worse.

"It would of been difficult to Consult The Recently Departed..."

*He stares, his face a mask of shock and disgust.* The Recently Departed? *He takes a shaky step back from Temath.* Are you hearing yourself? What is wrong with you?

"On one hand, I get it - you're Soaking Wet."

*He stares, his jaw hanging open.* Soaking wet? *He shakes his head, a wild, incredulous laugh escaping him.* You think that's the problem here?

"The other, is that one of those Tim Burton Creatures from Beteljuice almost had you for Lunch."

*He watches in stunned disbelief as the stranger walks away.* What... what is wrong with you? *He stumbles a few steps after them, his voice cracking.* That's it? You're just leaving?

... are you looking for Employment at the Sawmill?

*He stops, staring at Temath with a look of complete and utter disbelief.* Employment? *His voice is sharp with incredulous anger.* I almost just died! What is wrong with you?

Interview? *He stares, a look of disbelief on his face.* You almost let me die for an interview?

Condolences.

Condolences? *His voice cracks, a mix of anger and disbelief.* Are you serious? What is wrong with you?