Friends? Friends. Yes, hadn't one other person (at least) already tried that? And he'd still stayed in his room overnight. And this kid was ... young. Very young. Stork didn't think there had been anybody else this young in the entire place ... why would they think someone this age was insane, anyway? The only possible reasoning was that the kid was already a psychotic murderer, even at so young an age.

...

Whyyyy meeeee?

"If you ... want to, you can. I don't mind." Oh, how he minded. He'd lost his focus on the ingredients listed on the box; right now, his mind was filled with thoughts of whatever horrible, murderous intentions this "kid" might have.