[ He scoffs. If he wasn't so upset, he'd laugh at the approval. Right now, he just gets a soft chuckle. ]

Oh, they know plenty about me.

They know they want to rip me apart 'molecule by molecule'. [ He says that part with an obvious exageration, as if he was mocking his dad. ] Or dissect me. One or the other. You know, whatever they feel like at the moment.

[ If this sounds fatalistic, it's because it is. ]