Stop it. You're making me blush. I will take you up on that belly rub though. I can never turn down a belly rub. How do you know me so well?
Ah. Cryptic bullshit is the lowest form of bullshit, my dear Marlene. We'll have to ask James if he knows who they are. Maybe he was out shaking hands with the locals while we were kicking around the Hospital? Maybe he made acquaintances with strange hill people who only speak in riddlish and for some odd reason know my name? Presumably from James, if James met these hill people that is.