I've had my share of creepy admirers, believe it or not, but either they amped up their game and emptied my apartment overnight or I took a ride on the stabilizer train without knowing it. One's more likely than the other, I know, but I just want to be clear... please don't tell me somebody's wearing my clothes right now. Smelling them. It's creepy.
Except, well, on R- [ogue, but that sounded unintentionally bad. For reasons.]
[Please don't be listening, Logan. Beyond the stabilizer or otherwise.]
You know what, never mind. I'm just going to get a bagel.