"You're getting on my nerves, clergyman. My head is for my thoughts, if I wanted someone else to control my thoughts, I'd get myself a woman. At least she would have the decency of leaving my dreams alone!"
Walter thinks to himself as he grabs his coat and car keys
"I might not be the best suited person to take you down, but I'll find someone who's at least somewhat capable"
As he slams the car door shut and puts the keys in the ignition, Walter realizes that he apparently just finished consuming the leftover lasagna he had planned for today's dinner.
"Your days are numbered, freak"
Keane grumbles to himself, as he tosses the now empty lunch box to the equally empty passenger seat before turning the keys.
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