Oblivious

Prima: Oblivious! You don't have a clue!
I know a hopeless case when I see one and that's you!
Piteous, really! How are you surviving,
Stumbling blankly around with your little head bowed down without eventually collapsing to the ground?
These are the Metal Jaws of Death, pal.
Marcus: The what?
Prima: Never heard of them? You're kidding. Watch this, kid. There. Now you go get the egg.
Marcus: The egg?
Prima: Yeah. The egg. You want it or not?
Marcus:Yeah, yeah, I...I...
Prima: well? Eat it!
Marcus: I...I...
Prima:You think you're funny or something? Crack it open. Before I crack you open! Hahaha. I'm kidding! It's a joke! Stop being so oblivious.
Marcus: It's not my fault! I...I'm from the Haven.
Prima: From the Haven, you say? How...how does that even work?
Marcus: I was adopted. Sorta. And they...kicked me out.
Prima: Fascinating. So that's why you're
Oblivious! But who could blame you?
You've been locked out, shut out, from what's true to you
But that's great -
I mean it's not, am I right?
But it's fate
that brought you here and me.
So what do you say?
Come on, pal! I'll give you tips for surviving and thriving
Or at least how not to die and use your mind to live life.
Marcus: So I can tag along with you? Thanks!
Prima: My pleasure, buddy.
Marcus: I'm Marcus.
Prima: Prima. Number one! All around perfect, if I'm correct - and trust me, I always am.
Adventurous, ambitious, expeditious, never timorous and anything but oblivious!