I pretended my bank prize was something else, [he says, so yeah, he knows that one. Going real far, although-] I just folded the bad shit into the decoy story so nobody would ask too many questions.

[He does a... folding hand motion, to accompany this. Somewhere between folding and kneading dough. Regardless: it worked, people cared way more about the decoy shell than the traumatic center.

But anyway.]

Think I'm obligated to admit I didn't go to the greenhouse... I believe it, though. So that's cooperation for the bank, and both for the tea? What do you think about the mall? I'm in for both again, for the mall.

[Will there ever be a benign one again...]