[For at least thirteen of his eighteen years of life, Rex never had the privilege of having any friends at all. Even with the very few friendships he does have, which often are more tied to saving lives and just coexisting in the same vicinity for extended periods of time, moments of real emotional intimacy have been few and far between. On top of all of that, Rex is usually the one dictating the friendship.

And here comes this stupid head ass!!! Going around and saying that they're friends when he doesn't know a damn thing about him.]

I do not like this. Not one bit! You are such a goob.

You don't even know me! Not really.

[And if he did...

Rex is almost sure he'd lose his bid to get the fuck out of this place, which is Invincible himself. At least he can fly.]

I could secretly be an axe-murderer! Or, I dunno, one of those weirdoes who's really into feet. Hell! I could even be into chicken feet! Bokety-bok-bok.