Yeah, yeah, it's some furry bullshit but I'm serious, man. Gotta find you a productive outlet for your shit before you get murked.

[...um.]

...Aaaand that's, uh, the other thing. You, uh. You don't remember what happened at all after you tried to jump the chick? Or, like, what you were doin' before she talked to you?

[All to keep him distracted from Sharky's quick and surprisingly efficient stitching. He's had plenty of practice between the cult, the apocalypse, and the raiders.]