"Hey!" he exclaims, taking a step back until he realizes it's just flowers flying at him. "Don't get sore with me just 'cause you can't get a bit o' sense to come outta yer mouth." He continues over to the barbells and hand weights, putting the latter on their rack while he continues muttering to himself.

"Ain't my fault you're a jumbled mess. Should just take your craziness elsewhere and leave me in peace."