on a stormy sea of moving emotion
Chuck Noblet is not having a good month. He's stuck in cold, crappy Chicago with a bunch of freaks and no Geoffrey, and he's really, really pissed about it all. He's had plenty of one-sided arguments with God over the past four weeks, none of which actually accomplished anything. People just stared. Of course, lately, he feels like people stare at him no matter what he does.
He kind of wants to punch them all. Luckily for them, Chuck is far too passive-aggressive for that. He'd much rather just mutter things under his breath while they're not paying attention.
Right now, he's hunkered down in a corner of the Conrad's kitchen with a half-empty jar of peanut butter and a spoon.
Eating half a jar of peanut butter is perfectly natural behavior, what are you talking about.
He kind of wants to punch them all. Luckily for them, Chuck is far too passive-aggressive for that. He'd much rather just mutter things under his breath while they're not paying attention.
Right now, he's hunkered down in a corner of the Conrad's kitchen with a half-empty jar of peanut butter and a spoon.
Eating half a jar of peanut butter is perfectly natural behavior, what are you talking about.