[At Floyd's insistence on calling him Dad still, Hajime merely grunts and takes another swig of his coffee. Floyd, you're not a cockroach monster, you clearly cannot be his child...not that he'll mention that. But hey, he said he'd try not to hug. Small progress. You're lucky Hajime's gotten past the "freak out badly if I'm touched" stage, Floyd.]

You make that sound like Kreutzer and I are in some sort of competition.

[Hey, it's a mostly private war. Except when the explosions alert the neighbors to the fact that something at this house is probably wrong.]

Besides, I don't see what's so bad about walking. Your legs seem to work just fine.