"You feel like the world is out to get us?" Tom Nook asked while sipping his cup of coffee.
Brewster was busy cleaning the machine. "What do you mean?"
"He's trying to say that everyone is out to get him or whatever paranoid BS he's spewing." Mr. Resetti grumbled while slamming his right fist on the table.
"...So that's what has him up and about." Brewster calmly noted upon nodding his pigeon head.
"Look it's not that easy when you're the richest animal on the island." Tom Nook reassured since he knew several of the other villagers were looking sternly at him, making him sweat nervously.
"...Is he going to be all right?"
"Oh I'm sure he is; don't worry about him having a panic attack. He'll be fine."