"Ooh, how convenient," Stu sang, head rolling from side to side, giddy apparently despite his complaints. "The day I get here, those assumptions mean Donnie doesn't have to believe I got stabbed. Must have never happened. Now those assumptions are serious. You really got a whole different set of rules for us and you. Convenient, convenient, convenient, that someone must have told you Donnie saw anyone shooting before he got involved. Convenient that you have proof about a communicator I don't have. Really bad news for me, that's got to prove that I have it." He wiggled, and would be stamping his feet if he could, snickering. "I guess that explains how you can tell yourselves that being a he-row means one thing for you and a different one for us. I was wondering about that. Big plot hole, I thought, that you could be so sure that it made you a good person. We're different, not even human."