Group therapy, great.

That’s what Bill, yes, the yellow triangle, muttered to himself, as he walked into the room with a label on the door that said “GROUP THERAPY.”

He hated group therapy, and he hated that axolotl.

As he sat down, so did the other patients, and so did the Axolotl.

The axolotl talked on, Bill didn’t listen. He didn’t even notice you walking in the room and introducing yourself, and proceeding to sit down in the seat next to him. Nobody sat next to him.

Nobody wanted to.

So, now the axolotl’s telling people to draw something from their past. Bill groaned to himself. He really didn’t want to draw a red and blue triangle to represent his parents, but it’s either that or he draws Sixer.

He would have frowned if he had a mouth.