"You're getting lazy, you could at least tell me to go fuck a farm animal or some other obscenity," he says flatly.

"Anyway, yeah. You imagine it, apparently the monument can make it," he says, reaching out to snag a donut from the tree. He takes a bite from it, then a drink of juice, and he smirks. "But you seem to be going through your own little shell-shock, so I'll just wait for the dragon to come by for a donut and scare the crap out of you."