You could say that. [He smirks, amused with himself, and then decides to relent. A little.] Let's just say they call it a barge, but it's really more of ant farm. And whether you're a black ant or a red ant doesn't really matter much in the long run, does it?

[And if anything, her polite incredulity only further encourages him. It has the bonus of loosening his tongue, because while he's learned a measure of discretion... he's still David.] You'd think so, huh? You can always jump in if you don't believe me. And he's not even the weirdest story. Wait until you see the killer fembot or the whiny vampire king.