If my master plan was to rob you of your clothes, (jonas continues in mock defence of himself.) I wouldn't have added to your pile by lending you the jacket. I'm just saying.

(the addendum is pointless filler; usually, jonas is awkward in the sense that his execution leaves a lot to be desired. never lacking in subject matter, he can talk nonstop, uninterrupted, for a long time. cain is taking turns subbing in, however, when jonas finds himself finally bereft.

maybe it is strange that he's brought cain back here alone, but what can either of them do about it now? he sinks a bit lower on the couch.)

I'm not exactly the optimistic type, but I'm gonna say "no." If a dead lizard's all it takes to piss God off that badly, then I want to know where my flood is. I guess lizards have never sinned before.

... It's alright. It's gonna be fine, man. This place was clearly built a while ago and it's lasted till now, right? Take a load off.