[This guy would have to have pretty big feet to step on them, but Carlisle doesn't question it for now. He's too steamed up over ultimately trivial arguments, as usual.]

Right, of course. Then the living people will be dead after an explosion because some moron went and lit your food on fire, your fellow constructs will be gone because you'll have crushed them, and you'll be left to contemplate your miserable existence in solitude.

[Or maybe that's himself he's talking about.]