[He almost says "But it's my job, not Karen's." Which is kind of ridiculous in the grand scheme, he knows, but he feels woefully inadequate in letting his AI handle the end result. Which he shouldn't. She wouldn't mind. He surrenders to the idea with a little chuckle.]
Yeah. Yeah, that all sounds good. I should probably head out and — and... do... something. I dunno. Do the neighborhood watch thing?
[Because he looks 100% capable of doing anything other than sitting and shaking like a sweaty chihuahua.
Keep stirring that pudding uselessly in the little plastic cup, Pete, you're doing great sweety.]
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Yeah. Yeah, that all sounds good. I should probably head out and — and... do... something. I dunno. Do the neighborhood watch thing?
[Because he looks 100% capable of doing anything other than sitting and shaking like a sweaty chihuahua.
Keep stirring that pudding uselessly in the little plastic cup, Pete, you're doing great sweety.]