I know the odds of you... literally being their kid, [hold on. dizzy. he wobbles a little as he pulls himself up, grasping for his cane with a grimace. god, his legs hurt. everything hurts. why bother?] is extremely low, but--

[he blanches for a moment, looking like he might barf. he doesn't.]

--if you're not a perfect mix of how stupid and annoying they both are, then I'd eat my cane.

[awkwardly, he pats falco on the back.]

Great job, kid. [asshole]