"Yoouuu're trapped in a wall," Herbert points out. "I can't see how what you plan on matters, take your damn onions." Why are there so many children here? His brain slides off of any conclusions he tries to get it to make.

"I 'picked out' nothing. Why should I care who you are, to mess with you? I was sent here. This is my. Job." Almost like he doesn't like that, but his face twitches back to flatness right after.