[ he's actually doing this, isn't he? he's actually going to go inside this motherfucker's home. he's not being held at gunpoint. no one's life is at stake. he's not hiding from the police.

that's character development, bro. ]

You think I'd come all the way over here just to flip you off? [ (he would.) ] Obviously the cat wasn't there, so it wasn't exactly a stretch to believe that he'd—

[ as he steps into the apartment, his eyes are promptly assaulted by the art hanging on the wall. for a moment he just stares at it blankly, rendered speechless by the audacity of its sheer existence.

then he turns to its owner, a familiar disdain plain on his face. ]

Really?