hey. yeah it's been kinda chaotic back home. . . had to deal with some things. but now im around!

[His Emotional Support animal, A corgie named "Evil Fucking Wizard" is wagging her lil butt at the sight of Marjorine.]

you can go up and see her, Wizzy!

good morning, marjorine!

yeah but thatd involve actually staring at your abs irl

can i see the attempts.

you know my family's deep in the clown paint, dude. they'd buy anything with greasepaint and a fucking red nose on it.

[The bag is grabbed with his cane, and dragged over. He unzips it. Oreos, Cheetos, Goldfish, Chips Ahoy...]

dude this morning they replaced my boyardee with snakes in a can.

[Waltzing in, kicking his shoes off, pulling out the weed and handing it to Clyde, as he moves to sit on the couch. He pulls the most elegant bong out of his bag, and thank GOD it's not clown themed like last time.]

I went out and bought a bong so we don't have to use my dad's... sick, right?

📲: im gonna leave wizzy at home but i promise next time we go out to freeman's tacos ill bring her for you to love on her.

📲: omw

[Packing his bag with the weed, the bong, and some food, Zeke grabs his cane and heads out. When he arrives at Clyde's, he's grinning ear to ear.]

Yo, Donovan!

. . . Yeah, probably.

Stan, shit would be so much easier if I violently blew up.