Normally, he'd blow a raspberry at that. Nowadays, well, shit is just too damn weird. Wouldn't that be the cherry on the bizarre shit sunday? So instead he just makes a nasally "Eeeeeeh."

It's so dumb. He can't believe this might be his life now.

"You know, when things calm down, maybe we can all just crash at my place. So long as no one is allergic. I mean, it'll be hard to find room with all the cats, but hey."