"Ok.....I think I'm done with talking with everyone else for today."

"How did Yu take learning about their character dying?"

"Eugh, I knew I forgot something."

"We'll just leave that to tomorrow morning. I really don't want to deal with anymore drama right now."

"My mom was a real a piece of work, wasn't she?"

"Ah, no, she actually was quite nice, even if she sort of, told me like, literally everything possible about her life. That was pretty pleasant compared to the shit I had to deal with afterwards. I went looking for Scarpe, and was able to get in contact with him. I don't think there's any good way to say this. But Scarpe doesn't work at a restaurant."

"Huh.....?"

"I sell him shrimp tails for fine dining. Is he reselling them? I mean, I don't mind if he's reselling them as long as he's doing it ethically."

"He's...eating them."

"He's....he's eating them!?!? I've sold him so much shit! How can he possibly be eating ALL of them? I sold him enough supply for 10% of his island to eat!"

"Shit, shit, shit, shit! I just wanted to sell shrimp tails because the government won't sell enough of them! They're hoarding them away from us! You're not supposed to fucking abuse them, they're suppose to give you a little boost. I thought I was being careful. Did he not know he's only suppose to eat a max of two tails a year? I fucking slap instructions and warnings on all of my damn products!"

"Maybe there's a reason the government keeps shrimp tails on the down low, but even so, I don't think it's your fault for selling them. He straight up lied to you."

"He lied to me.......He lied to me......"

"HE LIED TO ME! HE FUCKING LIED TO ME! I FUCKING TRUSTED HIM!"

"Dude."

"Don't FUCKING dude me! Every fucking DAMN time I trust someone, they lie to me! They use me, and then I have to put up with it! The government, the mailman, my best friends, people even FUCKING lie about where they work, and what they need my products for. It's not worth trusting ANYONE if they're just going to abuse it over and over and put you in the middle of the street with a truck barreling your way!"

"People only stop abusing you, the second you STOP being nice. Imagine if I told him to fuck off, raised the prices, interrogated him every single fucking time he made an order?"

"If I was a piece of shit, he wouldn't be in this situation!"

"I hope he dies! I hope his stupid little organs twist out of his body and he uses all the INTELLIGENCE those shrimp tails should have gave him to realize what a piece of UTTER SHIT he is in his final moments!"

"IMAGINE EATING THAT MANY SHRIMP TAILS AND HAVING THE IQ OF A FUCKING DEAD DOG ON THE STREET!!!!"

"Yeah, well I gotta talk him out of killing himself tomorrow."

"Let him fucking die!"

"That's his choice, not mine, but I will be offering him a gun so he doesn't drag more people into this, or hurt them directly."

"W-What? No. You're not giving him a gun, dude."

"What else am I suppose to do. He WILL hurt people if allowed to roam as is..."

"No, he won't. Because I'm not selling him more fucking shrimp."

"It's funny, you know? I detail the effects of overeating shrimp, and then "detoxing" from it right there, on my website."

"At the levels he's consuming at? You are NOT giving him that gun. You're going to lead him on."

"Just a day in, and he won't be able to kill himself or anyone else."

"He'll be drawing mindless, looping patterns, trying to hold together reality and the background radiation of the universe."

"And just to make sure he doesn't get any wise ideas I'll tell him I'm sending the Mailman to him directly, and that I'm "So sorry Cowboy is too busy to come today. Yu's being a bit of a mess and that's high priority, man.""

"But there's not going to be any fucking Mailman coming, and by the time he realizes that, the world is going to look like an endless maze of that stretches to infinity. Every single fucking path distorting it, and leading to worse and worse places!"

"Maybe if he's lucky, he'll get hit by a car, or found by the government and ethically culled."

"And if not. Oh well.~ He read the warning labels.~ He should have seen this coming.~ He can stay in the hell maze of 100 minds."

"I don't know if I could lie to him."

"Like, I get why you want this to happen, and I agree fully, it's really fucked up what he did to you, especially because he knows you...have....a condition, you know?"

"He knew this would devastate me! He knew! He knew!"

"And yet, he STILL chose me to help him with this. ME! Cause he knew I'd be nice about it. I wouldn't question him! What am I? A cop?!"

"Dude. Listen to yourself for a moment."

"This isn't the right way to think about it. I know this is really upsetting but I don't think you should jump all the way to hoping the guy gets tortured by his own brain."

"But he deserves it. He deserves it! He put himself in this own situation!"

"He did, but he's sick, unmedicated, and I don't know man. He said a bunch of shit but there's like 20 layers to this issue, even I couldn't keep up, and I dropped everything else I was doing to pay attention."

Cargo pauses in thought for a long moment. "I'm sorry for yelling at you. You can't keep being everyone's therapy animal, Cowboy. You're juggling me, Yu, now this guy. I know this is....."what you were born to do" but you left doing that job because you realized it was going to kill you if you kept doing it."

"To be completely fair, I thought it was going to get me physically killed, not mentally killed. But I get what you're saying."

"It's just that, too many people fall through the cracks. The government doesn't force you to get medicated, so while most people are ok, and they manage to cope with some of the stresses of the day to day world, others just need someone to pull them out of it, and they just need that little bit of help to make it out."

"Cowboy, you got a problem with trying to help too many people. You care too much."

"I don't think that's a problem. There's no medication for that sort of thing....right?"

"I don't think everything has medication for it...."

"A lot of things do, and I wish people would trust the government enough to realize that the drugs aren't going to change your personality. It's not going to lobotomize you. It's just something developed to help us deal with an unnatural world. You don't even have to use them forever."

"Look, I'll think about what you said, but when he ends up in the maze stage, I'm calling officials to pick him up. He might be too far gone to be recovered, but if he's not, the government will know what to do, not just some random guy like me. I don't know what I was doing, thinking I could help. I just felt like I had to. Damn, I feel like an idiot now."

"Don't feel like an idiot....you're just, too nice and people hurt you because of that, or you get too invested into things normal people shouldn't be."

"I like that a lot about you, but even I abused it and I can't stop fucking thinking about it. I mean, I forced you into a marriage and I know you say it's ok because you know I just wanted therapy away from my home island, but, it's not ok? It's not ok to just do that to a person?"

"Sometimes I get worried you secretly hate me over it. Like I trapped you and forced you to care about me."

"I mean, yes, it was fucked up to do that. No one should do that."

"But like, you were a pretty chill roommate for three years, and after that something a lot cooler."

"You choose to describe it as "cooler", that's silly."

"Ok, but what's cooler than a roommate you're married too?"

"That's right, a wife that you're married to!"

"The only downside to it is not being able to tell people about it, which by the way, is totally cool. I get it. There's a lot of fucked up people who are going to assume. I really don't want to explain everything to them, and I know you don't want to explain things to them either."

"But it was kind of nice talking to your mother for a little bit because I could be like "My wife!" without having to worry."

"Originally I thought it was fucked up that we're going to be in a game session with my mother, and Yu, but I'm starting to realize that if Yu wasn't in the picture that you and my mother would be endlessly gross and coo about me like pigeons excited about a new nesting spot."

"Don't worry, if things go well, there will be a lot of that afterwards!"

"......................................" Cargo has to think about the concept for a long while. Figure out what the realities coming soon looked like.

"I hope things go well. I'm so so tired of them not."

"I can't promise you things will go smoothly."

"But I'll promise you, I'll try my best."

"Good! Because we all know that saying "Everything is going to be alright" is a total fucking death flag!"

"Ugh, I guess I'm going to really need to stop selling shrimp tails until I figure out what to do. I.....I'll have to be an asshole and ask for papers and documentations of what people are going to do with them like some sort of cop."

"Do you....mind if I.....sell all the ponies in the house? Like......all of them can't be yours right?"

"I'm going to be honest, I kind of lost my pony a while ago."

"And uh, I think the reason why there's so many ponies in the house is because it, I don't know, gave birth? I've just been kind of vibing with the pony infestation but if they're bothering you, you can sell most of them."

"I WAS ORIGINALLY OK AT FIRST. BUT LAST I COUNTED THERE WERE AT LEAST 30 PONIES ROAMING AROUND AND IT'S REALLY STARTING TO FREAK ME OUT."

"The televisions keep getting changed to the horse channel!"

"Man....have you been buying me all these pony toys because you think I'm super into ponies? I'm sorry if you've been wasting your money on that."

"I have not been buying you pony toys, I thought you were buying yourself them...."

"Aaaaaah shit."

"You gotta get rid of these ponies ASAP."

"Fuuuuuck. Ok, whatever! Extreme levels of infestation! Well, at least people love ponies. I'll get them packed and sold in no time. Please bring dinner though. I'm going to be too busy with this."

"No problem! Maybe we can have that promised pizza and watch a movie when I get home?"

"I don't know if just a pizza is going to cut it after all this stress....."

"A pizza and a cuddle and we have a deal."

"Sir, yes, sir, I'll get right on!"