….He stares at Dwight for many long moments before finally letting out a exhausted sigh. “You don’t know how I feel, not really, because you haven’t felt what I’ve felt. So sorry if I can’t accept your help, it’s not that I don’t want it, it’s rather that you’re better off not giving it,” he says softly as he twists his head in several different directions until a crack of bone on bone is heard.

“You don’t know me that well, I could understand far better than most, for my life has dealt me with many a sore thumb.” he says with a soft smile.

“You and your sore thumbs can go elsewhere, I have no use for either of you.” he commands with pointed finger. “The only thing you understand is how not to do what needs to be done!”

“Then, if that is true, you are in a roundabout way asking for my help, no?”

“What? How do you get that, for all that? I am sure I quite clearly told you to go!”

“Yes, you did. You instructed me to leave in several varied forms, and then after all that, you made the startling point of how I fail to follow instructions.” he says with a broad grin…..