It was hard to tell if this guy actually listened to himself anymore or just ran on auto-douche, and if it was worth attempting to bring him back into reality. There wasn't anything better to do, though. The book store was closed. Bobbi clasped her hands purposefully to hold onto this little tirade of his before they moved on to bigger and better coffee issues, turning in her seat to face him instead of her important, life-saving work. "Nobody respects you, Fakebake, because you don't respect anybody," she pointed out very deliberately, so he could follow the big words. "You wanna try that again?" This time, she could only hope, without the 'missy'. There was only one 'missy' here and Jack was chasing her around robot carcasses. Hammer could at least remember that Bobbi was the one working to return him and his daughter to the lifestyle to which they had become accustomed, and without which Bobbi was sure they had no idea how to function. So far, Hammer maintained the delusion that he was prince of this castle and his only job was to show his displeasure when his subjects weren't worshiping hard enough. That was a terrible example to set for your kid.