[There's a great lack of patience in Rick's eyes, as Ford goes through this whole song-and-dance yet again. It seems that no matter where they meet, Ford always has to put on some bullshit to even talk to Rick. The man might be a toxic influence, Ford, but he's not a skunk.]

What am I doing here? Well, gee, l-look who didn't get the memo. Quick recap for ya, pal. Ryslig Peninsula. Fog God. Monster di-[eegh]-cking. Shit makes FurAffinity look real...real...it makes it look nice, brah.

[He removes his flask from his labcoat, ever prominent, and begins to unscrew the top.]

Or are you aski- asking what you're doing here. Like, in the general area. If that's the case, I do-donnn'ttttt have a godda-[eerggh]-damn clue.