"Maybe I wished really hard, it's why I got three of them," he suggests, even though he thinks that he was probably just given them so that he'd keep his guard down, bribed by their omniscient watchers who clearly know how to manipulate them. Case in point, the dog that they have suddenly, which he should know is just a ploy to keep them occupied.

Yet, he's falling for it hook, line, and sinker. "How about one day, when it's warm outside and I hate my life, I shave it down to stubble." Not gone, but stubble. That, he thinks he can do, especially if the next summer is as hot as the last.