"I might," Gene says, and punctuates his own whining with a sneeze. "You don't know that for sure." He knows that he sounds petty, whiny, and like a bit of a jerk, too, but the big ol' honks coming from the harbor and the constant tree sex happening outside and making him feel as physically useless as he's ever felt makes him really not care. And if there's one thing Gene hates, it's feeling useless. And helpless. The Mandarin would probably just sneeze his enemies into submission right now.