This is one of those times that Adam's real life circumstances broke through to STM's world. A few weeks ago, Adam found a lump in his groin. It turned out to be a very swollen lymph node, which could have any one of a large number of explanations, many of them quite benign, a couple of them less benign. Sometime amidst his many doctor's appointments to determine what happens next, STM came out with this:"Yeah, Lumpy, you wanna come mess with me in my house, you'd better come armed to the teeth and bring friends. I'll fuck you up, mother-fucker."
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Thanks, STM, for providing Adam a healthy outlet to help work through the anxiety while we wait for news.
And here is the conversation we had the next morning:
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|KAREN:||Who are you talking to?|
|KAREN:||Oh wait, that explains... hold on... what did you say? OH, I didn't put it together at the time! You said, "Lumpy, if you're gonna fuck with me, you'd better come armed to the teeth." But I totally didn't make the connection.|
|ADAM:||I shall give Lump a name. I'm gonna call it Rupert. It's inoffensive if you give it a name like Rupert.|
|KAREN:||Okay, I like that idea. We'll call it Rupert.|
|ADAM:||And then I won't mind when Rupert's gone.|
|KAREN:||You know what? I bet you that if we start referring to it as Rupert, you'll start developing an affection for it.|
|ADAM:||No. Rupert's an uninvited guest. He's made himself at home, and he's eating my food, and drinking my drink, and he's just pissing me off. He's just fat, bloated Rupert.|