[does he see that tic? unclear. archer slaps the cup out the way and off the table, onto the leather seat opposite.]

The shitty phones here don't have apps, so imagine the Price Is Right losing horn right here. You're like... the personification of it, so that shouldn't be hard. [and yet, he seems almost electrically interested in what harding could have to say. the power he holds over these confused citizens!] What? What is it?