[ He snorts, vaguely amused. Yes, she can call them imbeciles, he doesn't care; he's not swift enough socially to catch it, either. Probably for the best. ]

What's next then. Do I get a schedule? Do you expect me to be a good cog in our Barge machine? They didn't let me work at the prison at home. Too dangerous. I got access to tools and objects and next thing you know, a robot made entirely of rubber bands and utensils was staging a breakout.

[ ...he's not kidding either. ]