[Jack approaches him now, sincerely wishing Hiccup wore a shirt he could drop some ice cubes into.]

Well, if you want, we can both duke it out the entire night. [Among other things. ]

But I've kinda set my sights on a mutual enemy. You know him because he always comes in to use the restroom and never flushes.

[It's surprising they haven't hired a better gardener yet. But, alas. College student salaries, right?]

Doesn't wash his hands, either. And he's claimed, like, half the back yard as his "swamp!" Who the fuck even does that?