You died alone? That’s depressing.

[ he’s only a fan of your stories, andersen! not your entire life!

anyways— ]

Wait, but wouldn’t you be the one doing the... [ gestures. you know. ] but then—wait why would you lay—you’re not— [ can you smell that, andersen? that’s the scent of flat’s brain cell frying. he might just be the victim of an intellectual murder, especially when he finally sort-of-gets it. ]

I-I think this definitely counts as TMI, sir.