“You’ve got the gumption of a blind mime and the charm of a rabid monkey.”

“You make me sound like I’m the Tasmanian devil.”

“You might not be from Tasmania, but devils would welcome you with open arms. Or a pinch on the ass. I don’t know how devil greetings go.”

“You sound like a knockoff hard boiled detective. You’re a soft boiled Jacques Cousteau.”

“Did you mean Inspector Clouseau?”

”You know I hate it when you correct me in that tone.”

”And you know I’m not French. Or an Activist. Or even a detective!”

“And I’m not Tasmanian. Feels like we’re debating the price of black holes.”

“?”

“Shit that has nothing to do with us.”