Hey, Bobby. Whatcha doing? “OH, I DON’T FUCKING EXIST NOW?” … Goddammit, Red Metal Stool. Why do you have to act this way? “He’s NOTHING without me! I’M THE STAR, not him! Oates. He’s fucking Oates, and you treat him like Hall.” Red Metal Stool, I think you’re getting delusions of necessity. “I’m irreplaceable.” You … Continue reading Bobby, You Knew I Was A Lawyer When You Put Me On