[Being locked up in his house for a few days after his last
regain adventure, most of his not!family are avoiding him, and the usual boring Mayfield monotony have finally overcome young Mister Crawford, as it has many times, and as it will continue to do so. Time for a call, since you should all suffer with him.]
Hnng! I can't stand this place any longer! What the hell do the rest of you troglodytes do for entertainment in this town?! I've been here for like five months already, and every day is more boring than the last. I won't believe that the rest of you all just play along with their little game, either; you don't care about your lawn, or your fake families, or your fake jobs, or golf for Christ's sake. What the hell do you DO with yourselves to keep yourself from... from being so goddamn bored all the time?!