It's up to you, at the end of the day. [said with a shrug.] There ain't no League here to breathe down your back about gettin' them badge quotas.

[he's not fond of the league, though it's a bit of kneejerk reaction that he's still trying to leave behind him, now him and steven are on slightly better terms.]

Ah! Yes, I saw those. I'm gonna help the guy that did that egg-cellent broadcast look into 'em. He was a detective back home, and it seems like it might be a laugh. [...] Assumin' those eggs don't have, like, some angry god shit inside them?