And before he was done, she'd taken him off. The insolence! What a brat! Did these people ever grow up? The Hat growled and grumbled though there was none to hear him - and in the absence of people to hear him he was pretty much mute - as she moved around saying things. By the time she'd crammed him back on her head, he was livid. "I WAS TRYING TO BE POLITE AND NOT READ YOUR MIND YOU INSOLENT BUFFOON!" hollered the Hat, before settling down too. He didn't often yell - oh, he grumbled and moaned and scolded, but yelling inside someone's head was beyond normal levels of rude. He adjusted his tone and continued. "No, I of all enchanted clothing have no idea what it is to be a disembodied voice that can only exist inside someone else's head! Yes, CUSTODIAN - of PARANOIA. Look at what you've made of this place. You are a resident, a part of the Castle now, the mandibles like you. No, it's not just you, Boggarts are kind of moth-like. So I guess you know that darker things are stirring beneath the monster colonies in the dungeons, eh? I guess you'll be able to warn everyone about them! Of course that would require to end this complacency and re-engage with the world, you nitwit." He wasn't entirely angry as he said this, though, feeling more of a sense of camaraderie than he wanted to with this reclusive fool than he would have liked.