[ Oh, he's a child. How does Maxwell keep ending up the responsible adult? He is in no way qualified for this. He's even ignoring the Peeper climbing up into the claw machine through the prize slot. Like that's a problem for future Maxwell, alright? ]

That's right. At least your fashion makes sense. So much of this is... alien to me. [ Hoodies? Maxwell has NOTHING nice to say about hoodies. Or cargo pants. ] So this is your arena that reminds you of my trials and travails. And you play with these things to get away from the horror of reality for a bit?