I've waited a hundred years for that last panel.

I’M GOING TO MURDER HER.

You retrieved the CRUXITE DOWEL.
DAD just shrugs and heads back downstairs, presumably to do some more baking.

I retire what I said about John and DAD’s relationship. I doubt just talking more is going to work. DAD has a lot to talk about, alright. BUT TO A

THERAPIST.

Someone who might help him. It is going to take time, but there is still hope… probably.

On the bright side, it can’t possibly get worse than th—OH GOD

I REALLY SHOULD JUST SHUT UP.

*INSERT VERY UNINTELLIGIBLE SCREAMING HERE…….

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WHAT?! I KEPT GOING FOR A LOOONG TIME. JUST TRYING TO ADEGUATELY REPORT THE FEELING, MAN*

This deserves its own post. Later!