“Well, they finally figured out that a robot can do my job. It was always just a matter of time. I’d better learn to flip burgers, or you might have yourself a roommate.”
“A real friend wouldn’t let me keep doing all this self-destructive stuff. I’m just sayin’.”
Toby wondered how much sympathy he’d have for himself if he could watch his life from the outside. Probably not a lot. He’d probably just give himself a disgusted look, shake his head sadly, then call for a janitor to sweep it all away. Get the repulsive bum out of the way so decent people didn’t have the eyesore.
Even Owen didn’t seem to enjoy his company all that much anymore.
He really had to fix this mess. And he would, after a couple more beers.