So I got a question for you pricks.
[No it does not occur to Hancock that calling people 'pricks' generally do not incline them to help you.]
How do you know where you come from?
[Damn that doesn't even make any sense.]
Like...how do you know what you call home is really home?
[There's an audible 'fuck' after that before the transmission dies.
If you're curious about Hancock, he's up in the library of all places. And he's sprawled out on a bean bag chair in the corner of the room. Seems he's
sketching something in the wall. With his fingernails. Yay vandalism.]