[he really should be better at this at his age, but alas. archer is, as usual, hyper-competent with spying but useless at everything else, though never through his own admission. abandoned as it was, that trolley was a masterpiece to him.]
Nope.
[not dealing with some weirdo teenager. archer puts his hand on a nearby shelf around a glass container of peanut butter and knocks it off onto the floor.
loudly:] My goodness! What are you going around breaking these well-stocked jars for?! You hooligan!
no subject
Nope.
[not dealing with some weirdo teenager. archer puts his hand on a nearby shelf around a glass container of peanut butter and knocks it off onto the floor.
loudly:] My goodness! What are you going around breaking these well-stocked jars for?! You hooligan!