"Master Miller. Master of what, I ask!? Inciting gun violence, apparently." Naugus is far more content to just complain about his situation and everyone else's part in it rather than listen to the worries revolving around the guy who got toasted.

He also reaches up and yanks out that dart, tossing it ill-temperedly at Snail's feet. Here, take back your garbage. His tail thumps once or twice in equally foul mood.