[his weight is pretty impressive when he puts it to good use!! like when he flings himself out of windows and onto the ribcages of unsuspecting people passing by his house......

but he's giving Abel a 'gum on the bottom of my shoe' look, nose wrinkling at the mention of potential water works.]

What, so you can ruin my shoes with the salt in it? Was my shirt not enough collateral damage for you today? [letting his foot be displaced... but only so he can further invade abel's personal bubble by jabbing a finger into his chest.] It's your own fault you got the both of us into this mess, so I expect you to take responsibility for it.