I hope you didn't misunderstand my talk with Jonathan Morris at the trial. Blood is an outright dull liquid to me.

[As a show of god will he rests the rods atop the mailbox, apparently able to balance them precisely on the first try, due to the strange rhythmic properties of the planet.]

I want to watch you all make each other cry. Salt water. Oceans. It's in my nature. I've accepted it now.

[He tilts his head. No tears form behind his glasses.]

We think I'm overstepping a tad. You had your own reasons for summoning me; feel free to come out with them.