tummy hort

why is she looking at me like that sir

this is my fee. stop leaving delicious cheese lying around!

now how exactly can i help?

( she's quiet, resigned, eyes on the floor a moment, then back to him, almost defiant. )

it's your life, joel. only you can take control of it. i won't insult you by pretending i get it & i'm not going to intrude where i'm not wanted.

oh ok! it's a magic space butterfly that can do whatever *you* say it can, i should've figured. then yes it can probably imagine my tiny insignificant speck of a life.

( swipes cheese. )

i'm not fucking off, it's my bed.

i can't just lie down on a bed of fake money & watch you continue to kill yourself.

oo-er.

butterflies are cute, but they can't pilot for shit.

i believe anyone can conquer their demons given the time & tools to do so, no matter how bad it is in there.