[He looks at the screen again, thoughtfully, though it's gone dark.]

The dirt's too good for him. [Even a dirt nap's too nice. But he starts to smile a little now.] ... You're right, though. I made my own family. With my friends. And Flapjack, too, of course.

[Very, very fondly. He loves his friends a lot. (No comment on whether he deserves better or not.)]