[Rex recognizes the Scraggly Kitty act, in part because he used to put it on all the time as an inner city kid in Chicago, doing his best to look tough instead of what he actually was at the time- Hungry.

He raises an inquisitive, nimble finger. I hate that now that I’m thinking about it, we all know exactly where that godforsaken thing has been.]

So… Drugs?

We’re blamin’ drugs now? Hate to break it to ya pal, but…

[There it is, the mushroom cloud.

It’s an inconvenient time, sure, but there’s never a good time for this to happen. He can feel himself being pulled in by the impending whirlpool of his perpetual self-loathing, and whether it was set off by Denji’s (rightful) consternation or not, Rex can tell it’s slowly getting worse.

So he’ll have to fight it- By being a nasty piece of shit.]

Whoaaaa, what the frikky-frack is that! Yoooo, bro. There’s something weird on your face! Wait, hold on-

[He’s scooting in, and then reaching on over…]