If my brother spoke like that, I’d think he’d been bodysnatched, too.
“Pass the salt, please, brother.”
“I’m sorry, brother. I’m afraid I can’t do that.”
“I know that you and mother were planning to disconnect me… and I’m afraid that’s something I cannot allow to happen.”
Had lunch, did not become a ball of sunshine.
Am I doing it wrong? Lemmy/Piefed, what’s your anti-depression recipe?