Just trying to help kill me, you mean.

[Okay, he's being overdramatic. Tomatoes aren't quite that bad. But he's really not feeling charitable right now. Loaning Zelos his pants is about as much as he can manage this morning.]

Do me a favor next time and just stab me instead. Then you can save your pants and my mouth.

[Right, he's had enough of being coherent.]

I'm going back to bed.