He tries so hard! And she never appreciates him. She - he can't remember her name this week, Scarface forgot to write it on a post-it and the Scientist wrote over the lsit of names when he got the idea for a device to measure the amount of fear in people, and calibrating their maximum fear level - doesn't bother trying to be less afraid of him, which is where he got the idea for the maximum-fear modulator, but then she scorned his present and it just seemed much more logical to come to the bar and take some time away from Skullcrusher Mountain. The wolves were starting to get on his nerves.
So he was sitting in a booth, sulking, with the half-pony, half-monkey monster moping beside him, drinking milk out of a saucer.