TT: Wait, aren't you going to ask me what my deal was?
TT: Because we just had a serious disagreement about how much snooping of yours is acceptable.
EB: you mean like the neighbors blockading my car with their weird horseshit?
TT: Yes.
TT: And now my Peeps are home alone.
TT: I think I can patch it up.
TT: If you want to risk a little instability, you could ask me for help.
EB: i appreciate that!
EB: but this is still only a problem if it means you have to pick up all the litter you inadvertently drop.
EB: so you could use my help?
TT: No, I can't help with that. I'm just the one guy who's constantly breaking stuff.
TT: Do you want me to send you the rest of the way?
EB: what is it?
TT: A simple image.
TT: That if you keep scrolling down that page, you'll find a solution to the dilemma you've identified.
TT: You'll also need some other stuff to solve though.
TT: Like clue me in on the matter!
EB: what!!
TT: Ok.
TT: I'll need you to get Cody to the house so I can install the Trojans.
TT: Oh, also you'll need some toilet paper.
TT: I can't get any at the moment.
TT: But eventually.
TT: We might as well just confiscate all of his gear and put it in the trunk of this fast moving DeLorean.
TT: It'll be easier than ever getting stuff done.
EB: so why don't you get Jaspers to the house so we can start fucking with him?
TT: What?
EB: he's not here right now, is he?