Carl: Yeah I got good at frogger because my mom locked me in the basement anytime my dad's friends came around because she didn't want me around them... why are you guys looking at me like that?
every time a little nugget of information gets dropped I just sit there staring at the book praying he gets to talk to somebody about literally any of his issues
I dunno... the last time I saw him interact directly with a therapist, the therapist died (to be fair, she was trying to kill him, but still)
ONE of your colleagues tries to trick a pantless man on the train into losing his cool so she could steal his cat's manager and suddenly the whole profession is suspect.













