[There's a moment where his face falls as though he is taking it seriously, as though he doesn't understand the idea of teasing and has no sense of humor or anything like it. A brief moment of confusion and terror that ends when he keeps his lips the same thin, almost frowning line as he says:]

Why me? [Truly offended.] That's the sort of thing you blame on the president. The higher ups in the government. They control the weather, after all.

[The seriousness might be cracking slightly by the end. Might.]