You just ripped off a reptoid's arms, and now here you are sat in the car, with a naked Brett sat next to you

"Do you have an army of rats chasing after you too?" He asks, you tell him no.

Brett had been betrayed by his frat friends who had spoken badly behind Brett's back. He just wanted to achieve level 6 friendship with them, and didn't seem to understand friendships shouldn't function like this.

"But.. I thought all friendships were like this" he looks into your eyes, his expression reminded you of a sad golden retriever.