[ Wha--? No, asshole, he's getting out of bed, don't stop him again. ]

The hell do you think you're doing?

[ If he's not going to sleep and the rain's stopped, then he's going to go dig out the car before all that mud dries and gets hard. He might not know the first thing about rain, but he knows what happens when wet sand gets dry. ]

Every single person I've met in the last... however the fuck many months I've been here, they've all given me grief about this place. About that asshole.

[ Here he nods at Punisher, then shoves off the bed. He's getting up. Move. ]

I'm really goddamn sick of it.