Oh, gosh. You know this guy must be furious. He's wearing the black shirt. With a skull on it.
Oh, no, what a badass he must be. Yes, he doesn't look like one, or walk like one, or is 200 pounds heavier than one should be, and he's moving sort of slowly and his breathing is clearly labored and it seems to me on the verge of crying almost every second. Or is that more badass, because he's man enough to cry.
I'm gonna say yes, yes, it's more badass. Badass that he's open with his feelings. It's not so badass that the reason he's crying is because they're sold out of a specific anime figurine doll that he wants. That's not so badass. It's not like, you know, he's sad about his life. Although, I'm gonna guess that an extreme desire to have a super rubbery breasted anime girl probably hints that he's sad with his life.
You know what? He feels the way he feels, I'm gonna let him feel the way that he feels. Sir, you are ... sir? Sir? I respect you for your emotions, I said out loud. He's probably gonna respond to me in a second. Oh, oh, oh, oh, there comes the screams. Yeah. A lot of horrible things he's just saying at me right now. So many horrible things. I was kind of hoping we were buddies and friends and I would have taken him out for a coffee or something, I don't know. That's not gonna happen now.
Okay, sir. Well, I'm gone. I should be nicer to him. You know what? I'm gonna follow him home. Nah, just joking. That'd be a crazy thing to do.