I mean it. I want their livers on a hot dog bun, ketchup and mustard on top. And then I'll take it and stomp on it.
...yeah, that metaphor needs work, it's been a long day. I'm running out of people to talk to about Zel's disappearance, and I don't even know where to start on Dad's. I know Mom and the force can handle it all better than I can, but I hate not being able to do anything.