*takes a better look at you, a ludicrous thought popping into his mind (this guy's not even a believable facsimile)*
*somewhat nonplussed (and perhaps a touch uncomfortably, too)* Oh. That good, huh? Well, just let me know when the staff's scheduled the welcome-home party so I can stock up on the toilet paper. *waits for your reaction, then snaps his fingers in front of your face, honestly confused* I thought you came here so they'd take you off the good shit?