"Mentally deficient or from backwater worlds where a damn lightbulb is some kind of revelation. God knows I'm glad I didn't end up with many of those."

Jason feels genuine relief at that, that he doesn't have to wrench people's arms out of toasters before they electrocute themselves. It's enough to keep them from making fools of themselves, but he can't imagine he'd have the slightest bit of patience for the suicidally idiotic.

"Send some of those burly guys my way - not in the way that sounds, that was bad phrasing, I don't swing that way." He raises his eyebrows, unsure if he just tread somewhere he shouldn't have, having reached the limits of his skills socializing. "Not that there's anything wrong with that. But I'm trying to dress up people who haven't so much as lifted an axe as lumberjacks. If I thought they weren't sent to us randomly I'd be convinced it's a conspiracy to make us all look as stupid as possible."