All y'all hatin' on the brother, but I realized in this chapter he's basically a catty southern gramma, bless his heart. His baby girl's hitched her wagon to some ugly mule instead of a finely-bred horse, and he just can't stand it. Deploy all the backhanded compliments and veiled insults and gossipy head-games you can reach, we're breakin' this ship down before it leaves the port! But never just say it directly, that'd be RUDE.
Now I can't stop reading all of his lines like an elderly lady with some fire in her and an axe to grind. And it's fuckin' hilarious.