"No one asked you to come out here screaming like there is shit coming out of your mouth trying to justify your drinking problem," Levi was as unflappable as ever. That he swore often, calling anyone on the street he didn't like a fucking pig as if it came with an impunity set aside for him made it difficult to believe he had self-possession of any kind.

Levi just looked this guy down with the revulsion usually reserved for watching someone else's kid throw a tantrum in public. Going on the defensive being called twelve hadn't even crossed his mind; he's heard worse, and more creative, pot shots at his height. That and 'robot' just really threw him. What the fuck was a robot?