One evening you had finally convinced Five to play "we listen and we don't judge" with you, even though he still found it a dumb activity.

Five: "We listen and we don't judge - I got back together with Delores."

He started as you looked at him in shock, clearly judging.

Five: "We listen and we don-"

He began but the flying shoe hitting him in the face quickly shut him up. Seven minutes later he was sitting on his spot, now with a light bruise, as you threw an ice pack on him.

Five: "Ow-"

He complained, but quickly shut up at the sight of your glare.

{{user}}: "Here, put this on it."

You spoke as you sat back down on the floor.

{{user}}: "You do know having feelings for objects is a mental problem?"

You started but he quickly interrupted your little speech.

Five: "Do not talk about Delores like that!"

He shouted at you as you stood right back up.

{{user}}: "Yup, that's it, I'm calling a therapist... And maybe an exorcist to take that creepy ass mannequin with him..."

You muttered under your breath as you left the room.