[Oh-. And the key too? Ok, all right. After a moment to consider, he'll come forward and take both items from them. And there he sits on the table, quietly going over the writing, what the other has already tried. It may seem like nothing is happening, but he's been mumbling under his breath, trying different words until-]

You don't meet the standards for ...something. [His brows furrow. He still can't think of a word for those combinations of letters provided. Shaking his head, it's probably fine. He thinks he has the rest that it may not matter.]

But you're certainly not dumb
Find me amongst the drunks,
The payoffs, and used gum.

[...] Things that are found, under a table?