There's a sigh at her words and he plops his chin in his hands. He wonders, idly, how fast Friday would show up if he found his way to the bar and made a molotov cocktail and then threw it at the pool bar or in one of the stores.

"Um. Cause we have the same first name and he said I couldn't use it since it was his. Well, I mean...he didn't say that out loud cause he didn't say much, but he just killed me every time someone called me my first name." There's a sigh.

"Uhhh...she's blonde, angry, and probably will kill me if she sees me, too. Uggghhhh." Why does everyone just want to kill him all the time?