"Nah, man, this is salvageable. Maybe."
I look at Sister.
"Go out with Salt, because he'll spend the next act incessantly whining and bitching if you don't. And I'll record it, edit it all into a symphony of angst and feelings. Then, I'll build a robot to follow you around, playing it endlessly." I say. "And then I'll shoot a puppy in front of you."