"Oh, now suddenly someone knows what I'm talking about," Stu taunted, swinging his bat side to side, catching Randy's eye to watch it tick like a tennis match. "You're the one who said he made movie props, learned from kung fu movies, has the projector in this wasteland, I was trying to be your FRIEND!" Stu had started singsongy, listing each of the things that Donnie had shared with him and apparently didn't even remember telling him, let alone anything Stu might have shared in return. By the end, though, he snapped in a shout emphatic enough to making Randy sniff hungrily at the spit that misted the air. It didn't slow him down, voice still raised as he continued, "And don't try to tell me you have some kind of problem with the aliens now, you said you liked being watched by them. Make up your mind, dude, you're spinning out, aliens or no, violence or no, the plot holes are really hard to ignore."