Yeah, uh. I know you know, but it's like... okay? Not okay okay, but like. It's chill, I feel you. Everyone came outta the bunkers a little nutty, dude, I'm not gonna judge.

[He and Hurk did their whole Mad Max thing, after all, and plenty of bunker nuts became just plain old nuts after years spent in isolation. Who doesn't get a little jittery in wide-open spaces full of strangers these days?

Sure, not everyone came out with a taste for human flesh and a propensity to flip out any time the Platters play, but hey. That's just Pratt's special blend of fucked-up.]

You mean you haven't already? Dude, I've been personifying that thing since you nearly whacked me with it.