the clock strikes twelve

I didn't realise it was a pull door and not a push door, don't judge me.

"Sure, just a word of warning though; he likes to pull hair now." 

"I don't mind. I haven't got much hair to pull."

"Liam." 

"That's a good name. I like it."

"Yup. He’s my little Victor."

"He's a cutie. What's his name?"

Is that your son?

"Oh—well, I guess I’m sorry then too. I just got back from the District 13 invasion. I’m still pretty jumpy, I guess. Bad memories."

"Oh, I guess I came to the right place, then. I didn't get to meet you but I was in that invasion. I came because my commanding officer sent me. I suppose they were worried about the effect the trip would have on you. I'm sorry for barging in, that was rude of me."

"Oh, um. I'm Sebastien Pathos and I - uh - I entered the wrong house. Sorry."

Being rude is good.

But being rude doesn't help you talk to people or get anywhere?

Well, good. 

Good that it's obvious or good, you get that it's rude?

I am not rude. I’m just stating the obvious.

If it's obvious, you don't need to state it. So, yes, it is rude. 

Oh, you insufferable human beings.

Now you're just being rude.

Good for you, then. I’m still glad I missed it.

So, what were you up to?

And I got to keep my vagina and my pretty face. I’m happy.

I got to keep my parts, so that was good.

Yes, I did, though my point of view on it is clearly quite different from yours.

Fine, be all business then. We got out vacation and you got yours.

..Sounds like I chose an interesting time to be out of town.

Why would you do such a thing? You missed everything!

Speak for yourself!! Your eyebrows are works of art!

Your hair is a work of art. Look at that, wow.