"I know exactly what you mean," he said in commiseration. Before he'd come here...hell, his luck had come in threes. He'd had his car destroyed. Caught the pneumonic plague thanks to that psycho mother lacing the letter, and then been standing beside Kate when she'd been shot, her blood spraying across his face. And that was only the last few months or so. He felt he was well versed in dealing with the crap life threw at you.
"Pranks are the best method of cheering yourself up. That's in my great experience of them, of course. Some of the geeks might disagree with me."