You—ow, all right, look, the thing is—ow! Would you stop that, please?

[ Seems this golem of meat comes preloaded with all sorts of automatic processes, like the way he flinches away from her pokey little finger and sort of swats pitifully at the invasion. ]

The thing is, and I was just thinking this so I'm way ahead of you here, you're right, I'm sorry I called you a fatty, you're really not at all, in fact you're probably the least fatty human I've seen who was still in the facility and also, you know, alive. Seems like it'd be the least of your concerns, mind. Really. 'Specially consideriiinnngg... all the other details of our little row, but far be it for me to criticize your priorities.

[ He is really acing this apology thing. ]