[OH HEY HERE'S YOUR FRIENDLY NEIGHBOURHOOD OLD MAN JOHN DOE. He hasn't said anything in a while, has he? No, he certainly hasn't. And he's wearing
that tacky pink coat again...]
... Arhem.
Normally, I would be rather glad to see that most of my... possessions have returned... [Like his favourite haori and, oh, his considerable arsenal--
The camera pans to Shelly's John Doe's left, revealing
a huge ice cream cone with a face.]
This being's presence is detrimental to my mood, frankly.
I doubt he is even edible.