"Uhh... I mean, uhh... who are you? Are you the country girl who owned this place before me? Well, I guess technically I never owned this place... but it WAS assigned to me so, it's mine? And what's with the ponies.", you say to him.
"Hmph, I'm not an employee of MEATOUCHERS.INC. Never was. I am the eyes, ears, and brains of my cohorts. Saying any more would be too much. Honestly, we weren't even meant to meet. But we were destined too. I could see it.", he says.
"What's with this guy," you think to yourself.
"What are you even doing here. Why do you live in an outhouse. Why didn't you let me live in here? I've been pooping in the stairwell for like years. Do you know how scary and cold that is? And will you just take that blasted hood off already?", you say.
"NO. You have yet to prove yourself enough to see my appearance."
"Bullshit."