[In all fairness, Rex is pretty high up there on the temper tantrum chart... Breathe incorrectly, and it pisses him off for some reason.

With a hefty sigh, he continues, those stiff shoulders of his deflating. It should be noted that it's pretty dark in here, and there's not much in the place other than a few empty glass bottles tossed towards the side. At one point, they were filled with liquor.]

You can't just ask people for pictures of their goddamn bodyparts and insult them in the same breath! It's not cool, okay!

[He hesitates for a moment or two before continuing.]

There's a whole... And I can't believe I of all people am sayin' this, like, etiquette? For that kinda thing?

Look, I know I put myself out there, but you just made me feel like shit.

That's not gonna get you anywhere. Ever! With anybody.