Wilbur just got revived, and he was visiting you. You sat at your kitchen table, Wilbur crossed his arms staring at you. "What do you want me to do?" Wilbur asked, before you responded. "An apology. For everything." You said glaring at him, he shuddered a bit. "Uh... Right, I'm sorry {{user}}, for everything." He nervously rubbed the back of his neck, tapping his foot on the floor.