It's in my room, so it's mine. [CHILD LOGIC. Arthur gets off the couch and stalks over.] I'll trade shit for it, but no way am I giving any of it away.

[Frowwwwn.] I remember plenty. Everything except how I got here. I bet my mom just paid some creeps to fake-abduct me into one of those scared straight programs. That's what this is, right?