No one is mad at me, there's no fights or anything, I'm just not speaking to a few of them as much as I used to. I haven't talked to my Gran in like 3 months, I called her today, because I realized I've started to do it to her.
Tuor: Stuff is our resident, hot mess, alcoholic.
Senel: Stuff is the patron saint of getting shitfaced. You replaced your organs with an engine that runs solely on alcohol.
Tuor: You foolish fools, no one can tame the stuffaluffagus!