“I’m not a whiner,” Jason said. “I’m just open with my feelings. I’m a delicate flower.” “The kind of flower that’s hard to eradicate, even when you try to get rid of it,” Neil said. “Is there a word for that?” “You’re calling me a weed?” Jason asked. “That’s very rude.” “You said I was fat!” “You are objectively hefty for an elf.” “I’m well built.”
