[Finally things click for Dixon. It doesn't do anything to make him less angry and bitchy, because it's just one more dollop of weirdness on the bananas sundae that's apparently the world now, and Dixon's reached his limit for how many new revelations he can have about the state of the universe.
Besides, now he feels like everyone's a step ahead, and like people are going to look at him like he's done something wrong when as far as he knew all he was doing was messing around with some inanimate decorations, and that's frustrating too. He feels hoodwinked by some kind of cosmic force.
So, as if to signal that he's totally back to following this conversation, he decides to interject with what he's certain is an on-point and relevant question.]
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Besides, now he feels like everyone's a step ahead, and like people are going to look at him like he's done something wrong when as far as he knew all he was doing was messing around with some inanimate decorations, and that's frustrating too. He feels hoodwinked by some kind of cosmic force.
So, as if to signal that he's totally back to following this conversation, he decides to interject with what he's certain is an on-point and relevant question.]
If they were people why didn't they say anything?
[Nailed it.]