Why not? He fucks with you, your friends, just because he can. [Not unlike Arthur, really, but Arthur likes to think of himself as better than the ridiculous cartoon villains he calls his coworkers.] And you can either do something about it, or sit there and play meat shield for a pathetic little addict who doesn't have the discipline to take care of it himself.

[He finishes off his beer and sets the bottle aside, giving Perry a pointed look to get the hell over here. They have to get started soon, after all.]

It's interesting, because... Hell, look at you. You can put a stop to it, but you don't. Glutton for punishment, Perry?