Settin' the pace

I can't hear, you know. It's a babbling indistinguishable sound. It coulda be one of those electronic music people pay not to listen to. A friggin' musical moiré.

So, excuse me if I don't stay for the whatever you wanted me to stay for. It's a matter of not being able to get that dumb—the only fear I have, actually.

To become dumb: that's what scares me the most. So I'll scram this time. Thanks for being elucidative. And let me add, on my way out: since you're that dumb, shouldn't you be good-looking?