"I'm weird? Are you insane? You're the one who's weird!" Oh, this is a productive path to start down. "You're the one that's acting like--I mean--ugh, what part of this isn't getting through your dumb blonde head? Maybe that's what went wrong in your timeline. It wasn't me, it was you!"

Despite everything, Marco's still focusing on the most critical difference between his timeline and Rachel's, and right now, he really doesn't want to deal with it. It's a cruel joke that he might be able to convince himself to laugh about later, but right now, he doesn't want anything to do with her.

"Forget it, this crap is a waste of my time. Call me when you've pulled your head out of your perfectly manicured mall rat ass."

He turns on his heel, giving his pyjak's leash an angry yank, and starts to storm off.