Mr. Strider, have you considered that what you actually dread is to have your urban rhythms exposed for what they truly are, which is, clinically speaking, just shy of ‘da bomb’?

Oh, I see. So instead of having to double explain, I merely have to put up with being double spied upon. What a relief!

Perhaps it’s the deplorable romantic in me, but I thought your present, and your friendship, demanded reciprocation surpassing by some degree of the utterly meaningless.