Fine, but if I have to waste my time and heat to trudge out further in the snow because you decided you couldn't handle the fucking cold, I'm going to make sure you are found naked later.

[He doesn't go out the front door because the giant clown is too close to it, and he's cautious.

But half-way through the kitchen, he stops and jerks his head around like he's listening. After a moment, whispering:] Okay, you know what, I'd rather fucking freeze to death with your grouchy ass than be in here.

How far away are you?