Nope, I’m still terrified.
What’s going on here!?
Penny! Where were you?! We were worried sick!!
Can I call you Rob?
Can I call you Bobby?
(grunts in frustration)
Bobert? The Bebop? Bertro? Bobzilla? NO WAIT! Trebor. hehe. That’s Robert backwards.
My name is Patrick.
Okay, Dad, before you say anything, don’t get mad.
WHAT THE–? What happened?!? WERE YOU INVOLVED IN THIS?!?!
I wouldn’t say involved, more like directly responsi– AAH!
I don’t see the problem. I mean what’s inside that shell that’s soooooo scary?
Something unstable and dangerous, and we need to fix this RIGHT NOW!!!
WHAT IF I DON’T WANNA BE FIXED?!
You don’t know what you want, Penny.
AND YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE MESSING WITH!!!
HOW WOULD YOU KNOW?!?!
He’s right, dad. Everyone in the family has spent their whole lives hiding from themselves.
Penny, you’re GROUNDED!!
Now, listen, you, Penny is my daughter, AND I DECIDE WHAT’S BEST FOR HER!!!!! D:WHAT?! SO BEST IS NOT BEING HERSELF?!?!
(grunting, trying to keep glaring)
(pushes them out, then closes door)
Hey, Patrick, COME ON!!
Pat! Pat-Man! Patty-Cakes?
Let’s just go. 🙁