[Hank looks around his apartment. It’s not drowning in bottles of alcohol like it was back in December, but it’s still messy. Garbage and dog hair and drool stains everywhere — and only one of these three is Hank’s fault.]
What kind of universe doesn’t have dogs??? What the fuck
My dog is. Uh. Really big. So don’t be scared. He’s nice I swear. Also a nosy fucker so he’ll probably try to sniff you
And he drools. So don’t come wearing any designer shoes I guess
cn: alcoholism mention? sort of
Sure, yeah. You can come over
[Hank looks around his apartment. It’s not drowning in bottles of alcohol like it was back in December, but it’s still messy. Garbage and dog hair and drool stains everywhere — and only one of these three is Hank’s fault.]
What kind of universe doesn’t have dogs??? What the fuck
My dog is. Uh. Really big. So don’t be scared. He’s nice I swear. Also a nosy fucker so he’ll probably try to sniff you
And he drools. So don’t come wearing any designer shoes I guess