[ OH no, Styx has had more than his fill of 'maybes.' He throws his hands up into the air theatrically as he mouths off- maybe that'll help disguise how he's taking a short step back. ]

Oh, well, my mistake, I completely forgot that my job description's got "gullible idiot" and "dinner entree" written all over it! I'll just go over here and lather myself in cooking sauces. You ought to come out and roll around in a fire- you're only half-baked.