[you try not to be grumbly when you're itching like a loon]

Why not? Don't you want out of this bug war zone? [and plant war zone. And all enclosed spaces and sweltering heat] Aye... I am.

[and because he knows Zoroish and the situation...ish]

Name's Thatch, Fourth Division commander of the Whitebeards. [itch] Well late Fourth Division I should say [itch itch] Though not by choice.

[itchy itch itch]