He got called dumb by a moody teen, have some self-respect, jesus. Five just snorts; it's not like Tim would get very far even if he did try to take it from him.

Far less amusing is what he hears next. Holy shit. He lets his hands drop from his face, staring up at Tim in utter outraged disbelief.

"You're shitting me, right? What is this place, some kind of hippie commune?! Do you wipe your asses with old newspaper, too?"