[It doesn't last. As soon as the person beats a retreat he's all smiles. There's something off in his smile, and he's noticeably taller (and a little thinner) than he was. On the other hand, he's better groomed too. His voice fluctuates in pitch and volume, but not uncomfortably. He makes no moves to help, at least yet.]

Tavros! Never thought this brother would be laying my lookstubs all down on my best bro again. Got some motherfucking joy getting its fizz on out of me, that you're getting down with this place.

[There's a pause for a breath, two, and then a bit of uncertainty creeps into his voice.]

You are being a real motherfucker and not some dream my pan is putting on all for me to hurt at, aren't you?