[Audio]

This is stupid.

[Guess who woke up this morning with a pair of white, fluffy wings?]

None of my shirts fit anymore.

[His usual plan of 'hide behind as many layers as possible' is officially no longer viable.]


[Sealed to Chloe:]

I can't smell. Or hear. Or lift anything, it's all - gone.

[His tone starts off irritated, but ends slightly incredulous.]