[ that's a really good point, actually. eddie opens his mouth and closes it, can't really find a rebuttal for that. ] Honestly, I'd rather see Bigfoot than another Demo-bat.

[ which is shitty because he knows that back home, he's about to play an epic guitar solo for a hoard of them before he gets the fuck out of there. at least there's that; an end in sight. ] You could definitely tell me about the UFOs. It's better than me talking about my shit.

Speaking of which. I do feel a bit better now that it's out there, so you could also tell me your shit. If it helps. It will with the crying at least. Or tell me about the craziest UFO thing you've heard about. [ eddie is still tearing up, yeah, but having an arm around robin helps and so does having some of it out there. he doesn't actually feel better at the core of it, honestly, but he's not about to start sobbing into robin's shoulder.

instead he snorts a little, shakes his head. ] Think we can manage a refund if we complain enough? Ask for a manager? Maybe throw a fit that our pet Pomeranians weren't allowed in the fountain? Harrington might know what to complain about to get some money back on this bullshit.