[Nope. He's still got all the pie. ALL OF IT. Though he's setting it on the bar so he can wrangle another beer out of the oh so pretty blonde dispensing them. Not that he noticed that sort of thing.]

Man, really? Come on, Isaac. I didn't do it out of spite to you or anything. You think I wanted to die? No, thanks. That wasn't on my list of things to accomplish in life. And I figured you wouldn't have given a rat's ass anyway since you hate me and all. Eat your pie.