I am fairly certain contracts shouldn't work like that, darling, they're... I don't know. Agreements? My body didn't strike the bargain I did. Ugh this is making my head hurt.

[ He glares, and it only gets icier the longer Pickles talks ]

I can be subtle, darling, and anyway, it'll be just too easy to pretend to be Earnest. All I have to do stare blankly at people and pretend I have a stick up my arse the size of a flagpole. No-one'll notice, you'll see.

It's not like he ever talks to anyone anyway.