"The part where you're a weird alien you weren't an hour ago?" Marvelous tries, not watching Don eat the damn apple.

He does hit a little harder on the next swing of his sword, though. "Yes," he says, firmly, though he's a little relieved at the very Don tone to the whining. Even if it was still coming out of a weirdly Basco-shaped face. "If this is a thing that can get fixed, we're fixin' it---" He scowls. "What the hell d'ya mean, worried about me? I'm fine."