Everyone and their mother decides to threaten me, the same stale threats. Yourself included, strange to say. Do you know how I started that conversation, too? Asking which song to play next.
[He knew it was an entrance, but it was also a demonstration. On how he'll always be hated, be feared and will never fit in. Only one person had any semblance of care for his return, and she was a fool. A fool he thinks he still loves, of course. A fool who will do his bar good.] Talk about fun.