He will gladly accept an explosive, run off, attempt to light it, and cause some destruction whilst singing a made-up poem. He also basically gets high from sugar thanks to his metabolism being way too high. He has a cactus he found somewhere in the trash, made it a face, and now keeps it. He’s unnerved by it sometimes. He would also be grateful for a compliment of any kind, even if it’s sarcastic. He knows it’s sarcastic. He’ll accept it anyways. He’s seemingly unaffected by insults.