He has no idea what's coming...

[flytey]

I've no idea why you've told me to come here, of all places. I'm quite glad to be rid of that dreadful facility, you know.

[A pause.]

I don't know why you've insisted on this. It's not as though anyone else enjoys it, either. And don't try to make me feel contrite by telling me my friends miss me. I doubt they even think of me.