"Livelihood!? Him and all his ilk are conjured into existence by some magical island! You can't seriously think this place could subsist economically on carnival shit?!" he bitches and cradles his swatted hand as welt forms where he was effectively smacked down.

"And anyway, last time I showed up and cleaned house and they screwed me out of a prize! Accused me of cheating! I'm just taking what's mine!" He's coming down off that sugar high and he definitely doesn't like it.