"Uh, my point is I'm still human and I like Netflix as much as the next moron," Tony said, wrestling over the remote for a half-second just to be a shit. He gave it up easily. If it turned into an actual struggle, the kid with the sticky hands was going to win, hands down. Hands on? Whatever.

"We'll go get your stuff. You need clothes too. I'm just going to give you a few hundred for that to get it done on your own, because I'm anticipating those arguments and I don't even want to hear them, honestly. Take the girlfriend if you need moral support. Also, no drinking milk on the sofa, ever. Ever. That's a new rule. No drinking milk anywhere but in the kitchen."