He grinned at me. "You mean as opposed to my usual self-imposed goal of driving you crazy?" The grin disappeared. "Each of us is different, Riker, but not different enough to not care. There are people out there—down there—that may die without our help. Any Bob that wouldn’t care about that should have his plug pulled forthwith." The grin returned. "But don’t worry. I’m saving up. Be afraid." And with a salute that barely avoided being an obscene gesture, Homer’s image disappeared.