What am I going to do with all the points I get? [ He says it like it's a problem of having too much than anything deeper than that. But in the same breath-- ] The train gives us nothing! It chucks kids and all kinds of people on without weapons or anything to defend themselves, and expects us to go out and save worlds? I might as well buy it until we figure out some way of making the train think better about us. Or whoever. I'm gonna keep calling it the train.

[ He says the last part with a dismissive wave of his hand, knowing how that sounds--getting mad at a train--but not about to actually care about using any other descriptor. ]

I don't know what to get for on the train though. Unless I can buy something that lets you hop from one side of the train to the other!

[ Man, he would love something like that. The train is too long! But with that said, he slides the unused and now useless washer trays under the sink counter over where they had first been loaded up, out of the way. ]