My kid said the same thing when he got into the cookies, but you can't miss melted chocolate and crumbs on a set of mandibles.

[He wasn't trying to be a dick, really; he just needed confirmation. He needed focus. He needed reasons if it was true, needed to know why, why the fuck this shit was allowed to happen. He needed the blanks filled in, needed answers.

There was nothing wrong with needing that. There was nothing wrong with wanting that. ]

You do realize you're talking about my friends, right? And that you're kinda painting them as a bunch of liars-- [Or worse, manipulators] -- and that shit isn't going to win you much from me. One of them-- look, just there's a couple over there that I would trust with my life, and I don't say that shit lightly. I knew them long before I wound up on this Dollar Store level snowglobe.

I just know that they'll tell me the truth.