Mac gets a sinking sensation that maybe he didn't luck out this time, and he's ended up rousing some rule-abiding nerd. There are worse categories of people than nerds, but Mac isn't sure if there's any class of people as straight-up boring as nerds.

"Bro, I thought of that. The sandals we get for walking around at night are rubber, they'll ground us and stop the electricity." There's a eye-rolling confidence that's bulletproof to the point of condescending with the way Mac says that, a complete and utter lack of even a scintilla of doubt that the world works the way he thinks it does and, failing that, at least works to his convenience. Robbie's attempts to jog him into sensibility by repeating his own idea back to him doesn't hit the mark at all.

"Look, if you're going to be weird about it I'll just go find someone else to go break into the kitchen, but I don't know, the next person I wake up might be upset and cranky." He gives Robbie a look in the dim light like it would somehow be Robbie's fault if Mac were forced to go harass some other poor soul. "By the way, it's not theft if they were going to feed it to us anyway, it's just early-birding."