God can you imagine how awful her life was? The butter golem waddling around whining in that nasally voice of his about the Reddits and how he has to post something right now while you do your best to talk him out of it. His tard rage causes you to worry about your own safety, but luckily he has exhausted himself destroying a Kylo Ren Funko Pop figurine and has collapsed onto his XXXXL Lazy Boy. After he calms down following a solid day of seething he attempts to fornicate with you, crawling like a disabled slug across the room to get to your person, the pungent odour of sweat/bad breath/two day old shit permeating your nostrils to the point where you are near a loss of consciousness.
He pulls a handful of tramadol from his stained sweatpants and necks them with no water, then takes a deep inhalation from his PAP machine before uttering the words, 'FRANCIS WANTS TO FUCK, FRANCIS WANTS TO FUCK! MUMMMY!'