I'm being honest with you here.

You can be straight with me.

With tools.

I've come to make my peace with you.

I can't continue with the charade.

They come up with their own therapy.

Does it have something to do with my rear?

Unless, of course, I die with a face like this.

you

Today, we are going to be experimenting with water and a heavy-duty truck battery.

They would continue growing until they became full-sized human beings with personalities of their own.

Of course you can't talk, you idiot.

I forgive you.

There you go.

Are you good?

Are you crazy?

See you tomorrow.

If something should happen and, well, I'm not able to enjoy life the way I'm able to now, like, well, being able to eat as many Fritos as I like, or pulling ticks off the cat, or watching bananas get those little brown spots on them.

Well, I've made my peace with the world, and now I'm ready to face the unknown like a man.

Geez, you know what?