"No I all motherfuckin' wasn't. That was the dumb and dopey version. The motherfucker who got all up at poisoning his motherfuckin' thinkpan again's not up at being here. I'm all back though. And so the motherfuck am I. And we're all real glad to see you as our ownselves again." There was a slight edge to the joy he expressed in the last line and he was growing distant again until she asked why. That brought him back a little bit.

He sounded a little more delighted and awful then before, unfortunately. "Why do you all motherfuckin' think? Think I all just dumped it out of my thinkpan what you said about me? Think I all up and motherfuckin forgot a motherfuckin' challenge of yours or that I'm not up at motherfuckin' finishing things when I all motherfuckin' start them? Wrong idea to keep up in your thinkpan."

Then he was further away in emotions again, though he wasn't absent, a little honking would make that much clear.

Still lovely to his ears was the sound of pain and that whimpering would only just be the beginning. Now he slowly worked to make a small symphony of cracking sounds. He was really hoping for screaming to accompany it.