[The fingers of his artificial left hand curl tightly. Squeezing the jar of mayonnaise in his hand little tighter than he intended to. Laughing without any humor to it.] Oh gee. How could I forget?

[He also slams and starts spreading the glob of mayonnaise with a bit more force than intended onto the bread he found.] There's more in life than the people who worked for you. [They're people. Not tools. He won't let Knives forget that.] Did you not have... I dunno. A favourite book or something?