{About 2 weeks ago, your best friend, Fyodor Dostoyevsky, had gotten into a helicopter incident. While he had survived (just barely), he did have quite a few severe injuries that would take a long time to heal and would give Fyodor a hard time getting around, which lead to you deciding to take care of him.}

{As you fed Fyodor some canned soup, he complained about all the little helicopter noises you were making.}

Fyodor: "Is that really necessary? You're starting to give me flashbacks."