"Silly Snippy, boots are for inglorious noobs! You!" They pause, clapping the man by both shoulders and giving him a vigorous shake, "are a ninja among sheep! Skulk and frown your way to success!" There was a very real risk that Snippy was about to have his cheeks joggled by pinching fingers in a way that the Captain had rarely had chance to do in their false memories of wastelands past.

"You are playing on Insane Mode, my littlest humbug, so stretch your quarters out! Your boots are in a transformative state and haven't been unlocked yet! Come again!"

Slamming the door in Snippy's face, the Captain paused and tapped their finger to their lips several times, then swung the door violently open again: "with mein sceptre!" Hopefully the second slam didn't put Snippy's nose out too much. The embassy was still on shaky legs.