Frank likes long stories, but he doesn't press. He grunts like the rest of John's statement matches up, and it does, if only because he's figured out logic doesn't apply here. He has a zebra back in his room that hatched out of an egg, for instance. This is just his life now.

"Thanks for the warning, I haven't had anything like that happen... yet. I just keep running into people who know 'me' that I've never met. And I'm no saint, but I can't think of a good reason I'd put guys on meathooks."

He is still so hung up on (ha!) this!! He's more into psychological torture, you see, and lighting people on fire. Well, he's sure any old Frank Castle would do the latter part, actually, even without meeting them.