no shut up stiles and do my evil bidding

[stiling]

Come on, you put more forethought into baking banana bread than you do this. This is my well-being we're talking about! You're releasing a teenage boy into the wild and expecting him to fend for himself? It's a dangerous world out there! You can't just, like, clap a spear into someone's hand and send them on their merry anymore. This is 2012. And also not- the Hunger Games.

Plus, I mean, the last time you took a run at this, I, in some roundabout way, ended up hitting on a dead pig.

So, uh. With kind regard. Put me down.