"You are, you definitely are, adios to the info booth." He groans, taking his glasses off to rub a hand over his face before he gives her a sidelong glance. He doesn't have the best feeling about the tape, is both eager and uneasy about watching it because he can't imagine that it was left there in that drawer on purpose, not when everything else had been taken away. Maybe it's blank, maybe it's been erased, or maybe there's something really, really creepy on it that's going to traumatize both of them for life.

"Only a tiny bit of my mind, not the whole thing, the part that's not like, super important. Just kidding, every part of the brain is important, that's preposterous. But I promise to never do your flamingo any harm, that would be near blasphemy." Her question about the VCR is what makes him drop his head onto his knees. "Wow, that would be useful, right? A VCR, I don't even know, does anyone have a VCR anymore?"