The Narrator was scolding Stanley like usual, telling him off for his wrong decisions and lack of attention.

It wasn’t till after The Narrator had noticed Stanley beginning to act strange, he was listening alot more than he was a few seconds ago.

“Stanley? What’s with that look on your face? Why are you looking at me like that? It’s concerning, Stanley.” The Narrator huffed. Crossing his arms over his chest.

“Honestly, you never listen so why are you listening now?”