[Harper's eyes narrow and they don't narrow in a 'haha, I'm slightly annoyed but am going to devilishly bug this guy with harmless prankery.' Oh no, that conflict did indeed escalate. Through the roof.]

[Up into the stratosphere.]

[Oh, look it just achieved unmanned spaceflight.]

[And that means Harper's eyes narrow the way they do when he's decided he's going to destroy someone.]

[Stupid guy, I dub thee Gerentex Part Deux, he thinks.]

You seem to have mistaken me for, uh, yourself, seeing as I was indeed screaming but you were the one piss drunk in a firefight. But let's just push all that to the side and let bygones be bygones -

[He stops.]

Yeah, I was gonna to pretend for half a second that I wasn't going to make your life miserable as often as I can - so it would've been less likely to get pinned on me - but I can't even fake conciliatory for more than a few seconds.

Besides, you're so stupid you might not be able to muster up enough basic pattern recognition to figure out any of it is me, and I'd at least want you to know.

So, uh, I can't stand your face and we're officially at war? Don't expect any ridiculously high-brow principles here, either, I'm absolutely in favor of metaphorical war crimes when it comes to my personal vendettas.