Re: Call: Aaron/Lin
[Immediately. Now he's clearly pacing again, his sneakers squeaking loudly.] You're missing the point. -- Imagine you've lived in this room your whole life—there's a house and shit, and you eat, whatever, not part of the metaphor, but there were no lights. Like, okay, you learn how to deal with it. It's whatever. You have perfectly able hands. And then one day, some asshole looks in your window with their... fucking night goggles, and is like, whoa. Where's your lightbulb, bub? And you're like, what the fuck? What's a lightbulb, bub? And the dickhead comes over, all neighborly, and screws the shit in for you, which is a whole separate joke, and suddenly you see, you're in this fucking room with thousands of spiders. I mean, tons of fucking spiders. But they've been there the whole time. Nothing's changed. Except now you see them. Would you be happy? Would you go back and sit on your bed and pull the blanket over your knees, if you knew now that the blanket was legit just hella spiders holding hands?