Kyle is seething. It's nearly palpable to normies.

"Yeah, probably," Kyle says. "Possibly made in a bathtub and liable to make us go blind, but yeah. You wanna check it out"

And just like that he's back fo simmering rage. "Actually, unless I'm mistaken, in order to avoid me kicking your ass you had better hope you think fast enough to stop me before my body moves. And I'm not sure you are."

Kyle gets up and stretches. "C'mon, let's try the bar. You can tell me about living on a sentient island over cocktails."