[ Well, that comment about arguments, Lambert can't argue against, really. There's plenty enough evidence of it. Though as to why people don't chastise him about it, that's a good question in and of itself. A train of thought briefly derailed when Strange calls him his dearest friend (is Strange drunk?) without any sort of irony, then cuts himself of just as sharply.

There's a lot to respond to, in that. Lambert pauses to consider just which part, tail swishing through the water then stilling when he turn the radio on again. ]

All that in one day, huh? [ Strange is a popular man, apparently. Though he is sort of impressed Sans has the energy to be delivering any lectures, given his state can't be any better than Lambert's right now. Oh well. Might as well go for it. ]

Guess they're bothering you because you actually care about shit. [ He says instead, lightly, the shitty grin audible. ] I'm already a lost cause for that.