So, okay, better for you, then. That makes a lot of sense, that you'd ask me all about how to survive here because I know how this place works better than you do, and then as soon as I like, start helping you out, you tell me to get lost.

[ He folds his arms once he gets his shirt back into place. Here he is, trying to make nice with his first ever alien robot dude, and all he gets is grumping. Sheesh. ]

And by a lot of sense, I mean it doesn't actually make any sense at all! But whatever, I dunno how your metal buckethead works. So do you wanna know where to get fuel or not? It's friendly advice, not an invitation to dinner and movie! I already have a girlfriend anyway.