"No, actually. I'm using it for something far more important than you, trust me." What was Tim gonna do with it, write down the location of a cool tree? He waves all that aside impatiently, fixated on the next in a series of increasingly unbelievable inconveniences.

"I'm not interested in talking to a rabbit. You're telling me this happens with some consistency, some predictability, and nobody thought to set up a system? You're just letting some idiots wander off into the woods to get eaten by wolves before they figure out how to survive?" He's thinking of a few idiots in particular here, unfortunately, which means he's getting a little heated about it.