Well, I don't want to! I don't want to have-- to go hide and fake and... [ This is the crux of the issue, really. He doesn't want to go as a fake person. But he can't go as himself. ]

Doesn't matter. I'll be back in prison before the end of the week if the next plan doesn't go off, anyway. But then I can move on to my ice laser and that's sure to work.

In the mean time, even if you won't, I am going to clense the island of zombies.

[ And curled in a defensive little ball on his corner of the couch, he starts with zombie shooting. ]