a while ago i had a dream that i was in an alleyway gently caressing bob odenkirk's hair when it very suddenly occurred to him that he didn't know who i was, and presumably didn't trust me. he began to flee, but i fervently chased him, begging PLEASE, PLEASE, for when I had been caressing him, it gave me a sense of tranquility i'd never yet known, and was desperate to return to