There was an expectant look in the guy's eyes that somehow kept Sawyer's response from coming in all of an instant. Not because Sawyer was worried about meeting this radio personality's bar for smart remarks, but because this was what he had been expecting from more of the island population. To start turning to Sawyer for much-needed shits and giggles, because if there was one thing the previous island had made clear, it was that it sure as hell liked making Sawyer the eternal butt of its jokes. Getting chased down by boars. Getting skipped through time like he was a rock bouncing off the surface of a lake. This felt more on par with who he'd been, rather than getting a role in the island play or dating a girl who was one of the biggest goody-two-shoes (and he meant that in the best way possible) he'd ever had the pleasure of knowing.

That did, however, make it a small step backward.

"The kids get BB guns," Sawyer went on to say with a fair nod. "BB guns and Monopoly money so's that they learn that some people actually think folks should be rewarded for hard work."