no_ufo_ending | Room 039 [Video]

_{[The video flips on to the bright lights of a doctor's examination room--or rather a garbage can in the corner of one. It contains the remains of Henry's foot cast. The camera stays on the signature-smothered wrappings for some time as he speaks.]}

This...is a PSA. I'm sure some of you have noticed how...weird...you or your friends may have been acting lately over the weekends. I don't mean where you suddenly lose a few days and remember something about flying school buses and the Koolaid man. I mean suddenly becoming a different person or saying things you don't mean to say or in my case...jumping off of rooftops.

This could happen to you.

_{[He flips the camera around, showing his usual tired, not-very-shaven face. The clinic ceiling lights blare behind him.]}

And so...I think we should develop some kind of...I don't know. A buddy system? If you suddenly find yourself having strange ideas or--hell--any ideas at all, ask a buddy. Or ask two buddies in case they've got the same problem you do. Create a whole network of buddies.

I'll be your buddy. So, uh...yeah. That's all.

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_{[That gets something close to an eye roll.]}

Thanks.

[And that eye roll gets a grin right back.]

You're welcome.

Hey, though, we should celebrate you getting that thing off. We could all use it.

[With Al and Scar gone, and Lust off mourning somewhere in private, the remaining members of the household probably do need something.]

_{[What was starting to look like a pout is quickly interrupted.]}

Celebrate? I think you're right. What if I cooked for us?

Hey, you could. And I could help out. Some, anyway.

[While his actual cooking skills are still pretty subpar, one thing he did learn how to do over the years France was here is help with things like chopping and grabbing ingredients.]

You could. You're doing much better. I'll ask what everyone wants when I get home.

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