Can you imagine what a nightmare it must be being trapped in the Brooks-Mendez household? Assuming you’re not shot by a 12-year old on the walk home, you’re locked in a shitty attic above homeless people and IV-drug users buying tattoos with food stamps, and then you’re stuck having to listen to Phil’s narcissistic ramblings or April’s bipolar sparkle jumprope magic pixel dust bullshit all day. Not mention there’s a hideous fucking dog pissing and shitting all over the place. I feel bad for the rats and roaches that live there