You, I'm calling you one because you seem certain that this world is a lie just to make yourself feel better.

I get it, the world here is... weird, and wrong, and insane. Nobody seems to know how to cut two sleeves the same length, or make an article of clothing without at least eight zippers, I am tired of hearing the sound 'kupo' from those ridiculous bears, and the money here has a stupid name and a stupid shape to it.

But at least I, a 'high school kid,' didn't make up elaborate persecution complex to hide from the truth. I'm not nuts enough to come up with this place, and nobody hates me this much to bother with something so elaborate and stupid. This is reality for us now, accept it. Maybe then, and if you act reasonable for one moment I might respect you.

Also we're not on Earth and I'm Canadian, so you're officer of the law status doesn't mean squat.

*She's not going to react to the not insane thing... except smirk triumphantly for getting Lassiter to shout like a lunatic.*