"Seriously, old man? It's like: I wanna swiiing from the chandelieeerrr? We need to work on your pop culture, Jesus." Him and Allison, it would seem. Both of them would probably need to get the teenager in a room together just to give him a fifteen minute run-down and poor Five'd most likely be confused as hell anyway. Too much all at once would surely put him into some kind of shock, wouldn't it? He doesn't know, but he can think about that later.

"Says the guy hanging from the ceiling." He's calling it out, Five, fight him. Klaus wavers slightly, arms windmilling, eyes widening when he almost loses it-- then he manages to steady himself, one arm stretching out to the boy again. "Either get your ass over here or fucking fall to your death— your choice!"