"Yeah, but... well..." This felt like an argument that would go nowhere, but it felt like his pride was on the line.
"I can't argue against the oxygen thing, but, well, there's still stuff that's useful for someone who wants to take care of another person. If they're disobeying, you can injure them and they'll get better. Pretty sure it's why we're so weak, so we can't fight back if we're being uncooperative. And, well, we really don't need to sleep, it's just... nice."
At this point, Sprinkles was getting tired of trying to find an excuse for everything.
"Sure then, we can get messed up later, but I don't think I'm bad enough to need mandatory therapy."