Were he himself, he'd be happy to take those words at face value. He ought to be glad, to see his friend calm, collected, restored. It ought to be encouraging, something he was hoping for in the first place.

Instead, Weasel's reassurances only frighten Greg more. He hasn't stopped backing away.

"No. No way. Whatever it is you're pulling, I'm not buying it. I'm not putting up with any of this spooky garbage any more, okay? Keep your creepy lights and magic tricks to yourself! I'm out of here."