[His parents were both: Absent and neglectful, emotionally and then physically. He hasn't seen either of them in years, and Rex would prefer to keep it that way.

Rex's smile is spiteful as ever, but something about it feels strained.

Whoever this guy is, he looks a lot like Rex's old man.]

I get that your head's funkier than your fugly toenails, but who do you think made those?

[Fortunately for Rex, it's easy to make a distinction between the two.

His own father wouldn't have cared this much.]

Kids, probably! The truth is, sad shit happens to everybody, dickhead.

I'm puttin' my life on the line for my goddamn planet, which means I can do whatever the fuck I want.

You're not the boss of me.