[ He doesn't want to get pelted with stones, huh? Wolfwood pockets most of the rocks, but keeps one in hand, tossing it up and down to make sure Needles here sees it. ]

You gonna keep telling me who I am? [ Toss, and catch. Toss, and catch. ] What I've done, like you were there instead of me, and how I'm supposed to feel about all that shit?

[ A higher toss, and a catch with a satisfying smack against his palm. This rock's got a bit of weight to it. ]

Because you sure couldn't hear me when I was just using words. Can you hear me now?