"Don't make him sad."
"Yeah, don't make me sad."
"He deserves to be sad like the rest of us."
The "rest of us" burst into laughter
"…are you guys okay??"
"No."
"What do you children need?"
"Therapy."
"Serotonin."
"Oooh, my mom is bringing me drugs."
"What kind?"
"Tylenol"
"Oh, not the good kind"