Because that's what it sounded like to Rasmus. And if he knew that the compliment was directly related to the man's bloodlust for cannibalizing his optics then Rasmus wouldn't have been quite so quick to accept such praise. Jeepers creepers, indeed. Well, Rasmus planned on keeping his peepers so the good doctor would have to feast on the next patient because Rasmus wouldn't have any of that.
He waved a dismissive hand as if to say 'Nevermind! Don't tell me! I don't want to know!'
"What? Oh. No. I'm not planning on moving. Not yet. I can't. I was here first, you know. Not like the first, obviously. I'm not as old as dirt. But I was here before—" Her. "—other people. So I can't leave just yet. It's a matter of pride. You can't just proclaim to someone that you were here before them and as such have the legitimate right to the land and then leave. Once you leave it's not yours anymore, am I right? I am. Well, anyway. I might leave one day. I'm sure I will. But not right now. Besides, I hate forwarding my mail."
And, like most things that came out of Rasmus's mouth, that made absolutely no sense. But Rasmus seemed to forget that other people weren't inside of his head and couldn't keep up with his stream of consciousness.
Pixar? Eye roll.
"Dinosaurs are extinct. They're not going to bring on the end of days. And—"
To be honest or not to be honest?
"—the special effects were good. So was the score. But the script was a little cliche."