*sitting in a landfill somewhere*
I was killed and then the whole house went to Hell!
Oh. Interesting. It’s ok, you don’t need to worry about me. I think the trash compactor is a week off or so.
*swats him* You are coming home. We are going to have the family in the house together for once.
I’m fine here, it’s where I deserve to be.
I am going to whump you so hard. Come home.
Whump? And I don’t need to come home. I hurt you.
Well I forgive you. Now come home.
I deserve to be right where I am.