But then they wouldn't get to laugh while we flail around miserably, right?

[There's an edge to his words that might not normally be there. Josh's temper has been on thin ground recently, and he doesn't really know why, but he can think of plenty of reasons.

None of them are 'because he's slowly turning into a wendigo', though.]

I could go for a nice juicy steak right now. Maybe they could open a steakhouse for us.