Maybe being afraid of this guy would be the rational thing, here. The creepy rumbling voice and shadowy shit and mask and general aura of menace and all that should probably provoke fear in a normal person. But hell, the shit Dave has learned to be afraid of is so ass backwards that this straightforwardness is kind if refreshing. Besides, the guy hasn't actually done anything beyond look intimidating, so Dave figures he's cool.

"You didn't know?" he says, head cocking in a mirror of Reaper's. "Shit, you gotta get on that. Protect your brand from the tarnish of mediocre copycats and all that. Storm on down to that copyright office and sue fuckin' everyone because someone clearly fucked up by letting this shit slide. I don't actually know anything about how copyright law works."