Tim ducks the flung sock with a world-weary sigh that seems to permeate his entire system. He's tired. He's always tired, truthfully, but it's at times like these that he just feels especially tired. The guy's a little shit, unquestionably, and while Tim has nothing against the little shit community, does Sanchez have to be so loud about it?

"I do mind," he fires back, flatly. "Can you maybe find someplace else for your three fans to enjoy it? Maybe out with the giant squid? You and him seem to be such pals lately."

Yeah, he heard about that little stunt with Mr. Tentacles. Then again, everybody heard about that.