Yeah, Fowler didn't wanna invest in a dog whistle no matter how much I tried to sell 'im on it.

[ Hank snorts at the image. Yeah, you know dog whistles? Those suck. But don't worry, you're definitely not special, Reed!! Hank's just personally indebted to you and now you're stuck with him for the foreseeable (very long) future. ]

Pretty much. I stock up on raw meat and stay down here till it blows over. [ Hank shrugs. There's more to it, but that can wait. ] But from now on, things're gonna be louder, you're gonna smell everything until you get used to it and figure out how to block shit out, that kinda thing.

[ Good luck getting your cats to play nice now, Gav.... ]