It’s unsettling because it subverts expectations. Rabbits are supposed to be soft. A screaming rabbit implies a universe without mercy.

Can’t you just… write it with a pen?

And I thought you told me to be myself. I’m being myself. Myself likes holes in her pants.

Whoops.

You mapped grout patterns?

Sheldon stands up. He is eerily calm. He picks up his walkie-talkie.