Mike: In here is every clock radio I’ve ever owned. Calculators, VHS tapes. Yeah. Oh. Sporting equipment.
Violet: You have sporting equipment?
Mike: Well, oh, it’s just a, it’s a, a golf ball that my cousin threw at my head. You can still feel the dent. It’s right next to the hockey puck dent.
Violet: Okay, why do you have a bin of pine cones?
Mike: I used to collect them as a child. The spiral of scales open in the Fibonacci sequence. A fact that, when you tell your cousin, gets a golf ball thrown at your head.
Violet: So, why do you feel you need to save these things?
Mike: I’d like to say it’s nostalgia, but every time I think of throwing anything away, my ears start to ring, and I get butterflies in my stomach. And then it feels like the butterflies get eaten by rats, and then the, the rats get eaten by…
Violet: Okay. I get it. I get it.
Mike: It ends with dinosaurs. I’m sorry if you think less of me.
Mike: Really? ‘Cause every time I come in here, I think less of me.
Mike: Because I’m a fraud. No. I purport to be a boy of the mind. I’ve been such a, a vocal champion of the singularity, but how can I leave my body behind and become one with the internet when I’ve never even thrown a toothbrush away?
Violet: It’s okay, Mike. You know, I’ve saved a lot of weird things, too.
Violet: Well, um, did you know I still have the wrapper from the first gum I ever chewed? It's a Wrigley's.
Mike: I have an old teddy bear I secretly wiped my nose on for years.
Violet: It’s not a contest.