"I already said I was gettin' somethin', didn't I?"

Grouchy doesn't even begin to cover it. Victor's not so much a bear with a sore head as a bear with a sore head, piles, a migraine, and a thorn wedged right up his ass.

"Y'ain't told me what you want yet. I might be a lot o' things but I ain't no psychic."

Really, what is this other guy's problem? He's about as competent as a wet piece of tissue paper. How the Hell he's managed to survive here this long, Victor has no idea.