You really wanna deal out with the pity, Kev? Bring me back something stronger. [John throws some peanuts into his mouth, avoiding all of Kevin's understanding bullshit and twisting in his seat to instead watch the empty stage.] Can't keep stealing from the old bitch. [Now he looks over to Kevin. Just because he avoids the sympathy, doesn't mean it is unacceptable. At least from Kevin.] Soon I won't have limbs.