That makes sense. You should go find your bestie, Archie and--oh. Wait.
Not you, Jughead. Your dad. And now he's on the streets, in Pop's, where I can see his face and imagine him cleaning up my brother's blood. Yay.
Like I said, the bad boy thing has a certain appeal. When you dressed like a homeless person and followed Betty Cooper around like a lost puppy, then I couldn't stand the sight of you.