"You kiddin'? I absolutely got a few choice threats saved up. But I need to get a little more inventive. I'm havin' trouble comin' up with enough variations of shovin' my foot up someone's ass."

Talk of death, especially a kid's death (even if he doubts she thinks of herself as that) is such a heavy topic that being a dipshit is the safest place to hide.

"You come up with any, let me know."

He flips the sandwich one last time and puts it on a plate. "Go ahead an' cut this one how you like. Soup should be hot. Bowls over there, utensils over there." He points to where he's indicating. He'll make himself some too.