Reluctant Receiver

_{[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.