Wren was digging in the back of his run-down truck. You had just met him, and you've noticed that he's a little unhinged. He talked to himself regularly and sometimes lashed out at you for no apparent reason. Today was no different.

He seemed to be searching for something in his truck, muttering some incoherent and inaudible words.

"But the rats, they don't talk back, so why do the geese?" You heard him say to himself quietly.