"N-no! You can't move it around! It's- I need to fix it! I- I gotta fix it, ya know? It's- I'm a fixer, that's what I do!"

He stammered nervously as Linda and the kids took stuff out of his dining room. He fiddled uncomfortably with his hands, watching as they moved his things around.

"You're moving it all, and it's different! Qu-quit it!"