Hey! [He can have his little trainwreck meltdown four day soak in a bathtub later after he terrorises all the kids he comes across. Does he look like a one-armed angry man in lumberjack chic pajamas crossing the front lawn barefeet with a hard stare? You bet. At least he's not waving a knife around or wearing a white long elongated mask.]
You were in-- that house. Our house. [The same one he came tumbling out of like the worst prize a gachapon machine could possibly dispense.] What the hell is going on?
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You were in-- that house. Our house. [The same one he came tumbling out of like the worst prize a gachapon machine could possibly dispense.] What the hell is going on?