There's...a lot, going up and down and around his arms. Phrases, images, seemingly random numbers. Like a men's room wall.

"Oh, wow. Psychology, that's brainy stuff. A professor, too? Jaysus, I wouldn't last a session with you," he says with a smirk. "As for me, though? Professional lazy bastard. I'm thinkin' of puttin' that on business cards now."

He shovels a forkful of pie and ice cream into his mouth.