he’s under surveillance…
I have this weird feeling.
Like, I’m being followed or something.
Okay, this is definitely freaking me out.
I don’t wanna look directly at him, but look over there …
Yeah, to my right … at the duck.
… he’s staring at me again, isn’t he?
He knows it’s too cold for the pool, right?
Like, dude … go back to your shed already.