TT: It looks like you were in your father's room recently. EB: yeah. TT: And how did it make you feel to discover what was in there? EB: oh no, i just realized! EB: you are going to psycho-therapify me. EB: well don't bother! TT: Maybe I am just being a friend? EB: maybe... EB: /EYES SUSPSICIOSLY EB: anyway i guess you saw what's in there, it's boring and there's not much to even see. TT: That doesn't matter. TT: What matters is how seeing it affected you. TT: I think it clearly has in some way. EB: well... EB: i don't know, at first i was nervous to go in and find more of his weird clowns, because of course they are stupid and i hate them a lot. EB: but then when i didn't see any, it was weird. EB: i felt weirdly, like... disappointed almost. TT: Is it fair to say this changed your perception of your father? EB: yeah, i guess. TT: Is it such a stretch to conclude it changed your perception of other things as well? EB: uh no, maybe not. EB: but what are you getting at? EB: it sounds like you're saying i'm crazy!