Are they, though? They wanna look like some normal-ass town, and every normal-ass town has its underbelly. The thugs, the punks, the washouts...the drunks, the criminals. Hell, the police chief's probably got a wholeass speech or two stashed away somewhere just for this kinda thing. I fit right into that kinda space.

[He shrugs how this pretty much patently unwilling to go near that party or those creepy people again.]

But tryin' to figure it out makes it obvious I don't fit, and I ain't-- real into getting my head rearranged by happiness zombies.