With the number of time you Armor People have asked me that question, I'm tempted to fling the fruit at your head.

[ He sounds more exasperated than mad. He grabs an apple and then adds a jar of peanut butter and a (butter) knife and takes it all to the table and points at a chair. ]

I don't want anything particular except the freedom to do what I want, and what I want to do is this. You're not going to believe me and are going to spend several months thinking there's a hidden motive. When you realize there isn't you're going to act like it's a revelation. Surprise me and don't do any of that, please.

I know your name. Sit down and eat food, you probably haven't done that since Felix turned up dead.