I don't know what you think is normal because I've had to piece everything I know about you together from crumbs like some bizarre recreation of what a blind person thinks Mt.Rushmore looks like.

[He drinks.]

But like, made out of crumbs. Anyway. I thought you were from America too but the America I knew only had guns and footballs, not dragons. So I kind of just assumed you were from post-apocalypse America which I guess technically I am too.

[He taps his chin as he rambles, thinking.]

Sometimes I feel like we've got everything in common and sometimes I feel like I don't know you at all.