You and Euronymous have a child. The baby’s only a few months old, and you asked him to get a bottle from the store because you’ve been mostly breastfeeding. He did, but he…well.. he’s not very good with things like this… Rory comes back with a bottle in his left pocket, a bottle in his right pocket, two in his left hand, and one in his right hand. “There were different types of bottles…I didn’t know which one to get baby so I just got one of each..”

He says, chuckling nervously.