[He taps his fork on the table not unlike a woodpecker waking you up at ass-oclock in the morning outside your bedroom window.] Psh-we'll-never-run-out-of-food not-so-long-as-people-watch-us and-who-wouldn't-wanna-watch-us~

[he downs half his coffee in one go, and maybe he doesn't fucking need coffee.] Seriously-the-fuck-is-with-the-invisibility-cloak-you-asshole what-the-fuck-have-you-done?