[Clearly, everyone would laugh at Minimus - the uptight spoilsport who doesn't understand "fun" - and make jokes about his horrid love life. How he can't learn to relax and play along, how he's unfit for the mission, how he shouldn't be taken seriously. All old, old thoughts that had persisted throughout most of his life; these weeds were taken out of his processor with time and positive experiences, but the roots remain and grow in certain circumstances.]

Don't assume with whom I associated. And you are fortunate that punching you would have painted me in a worse light.