We don’t have time to worry about you.
First of all, I’ve seen enough horror movies to know you don’t split up
when you’re in a big, scary asylum and there’s a crazed killer
on the loose. Second, I think it’s fair to say that my microwave fingers and the sun are about the only things around here that seem to have
any effect on Russell, so the way I see it, it’s me protecting you from him, instead of the other way around. Third, I got a headache and I gotta pee something fierce, so I’d just as soon get this over with.