He's like--I don't know. Family. Like, he's not, but he's...more of a dad than my actual dad. Michael is...he's the fucking best, and his body was just like, it was just lying there.

( he snaps off the other arm while he talks. the legs follow soon after, one after the other, and then he trades the handful of broken chunks for the tea cup instead. )

I think— I mean, a lot kind of happened all at once, and it just...it was a lot, and I kind of had like, a breakdown I guess?