Therapy was stupid.

Of course, he couldn’t tell that to the Axolotl’s face. No, he wanted out and that would be counterproductive. So for now he will place nice, even if it drove him nuts. It’s worked though, even with all the brand new trauma he gained from solitary confinement. His therapist deemed him fit enough to at least visit the Pine’s family as long as he played nice, and they agreed to his surprise. They believed in him, as stupid as it was.

He was dead set on getting his revenge the minute he got this stupid ankle bracelet off. They made fun of him, his book, his situation. He’ll show them. For now, he’ll sit here and play another stupid round of Candy Land with Mabel, Stan watching him like a hawk.