Maybe your love was always doomed to fail, Tommy.
[Bubby holds the email in their hands, before promptly setting it on fire.]
GORDON?!
DADDY’S IN MINESWEEPER!
God-
JOSHUA, CAN YOU TURN OFF THE ASKS?!
WHY?
BECAUSE I’M YOUR GRANDBA AND I SAID SO!
FINE!
[The askbox has been turned off until further notice.]
Did I do a good job?
You did a great job, champ! ‘M proud of you!
Yayyyy!
[A celebratory foghorn is rung.]






