"Gotta agree with you there! But man, that don't leave us with much common ground to talk about..."

He shifts his position, moving so that the gun is no longer jamming into his chest but not changing the amount of distance between them.

"Can hardly imagine what'd keep you company if it ain't your little former king there. Oh, wait... don't tell me throwin' people into jail gets you... oh, man, I so didn't need my brain to be goin' there..."

Whatever disgust he might be describing, he is, nevertheless, cracking himself up.