One of Larson's favorite (and few) things to do would be coming home after an exhausting day at work wandering through research requests that were too easy to solve.

He inserted the key into the door of his house, opening the door which creaked as a result. His forehead hurt, he had suffered a cataplexy, he walked home...and was robbed by a homeless man for that. He no longer had a wallet, shoes...or a lighter, the worst of all.