[a line runs through kavinsky's forehead, frowning disapproval.] That makes no fucking sense, man, [he says.] For one thing, your new friends gotta know if your penis looks human. And what the fuck are we gonna talk about if you can't start there. [he sniffs, shaking his cigarette a little. ash crumbles off the end.] Ain't just Chinese people and Mexicans get solidarity that way.

White guy power, man. [kavinsky gets more ridiculous when he's stressed, but no one has been kidnapped in almost two years, so at this rate, he'll be a decent person someday. in a few hundred years.]