Nov 29, 2025
Years later, Robert Robertson is gonna stop being suicidal and feral and get furniture he picked out and, like, some kind of unifying set up for his apartment. Like he has money now and probably a techy pragmatic minimalism dude aesthetic he’d lean into later.
But even so the question will rise like…
“Hey, Robert why do you have like 10 random ass lamps in your apartment? Why do none of them match at all?”
And he’s gonna be like , “Don’t fuck with my lamps. I like my lamps.”
Z-Team try to convince him they won’t be offended if he throws away the random lamps they got him like 5 years ago and he’s just like, “Again, don’t fuck with my lamps.” And spend way too much time fixing the lamps if they break. It probably means nothing.