Richard Kind

Her face clouds with disappointment.

Oh, no.

Oh, we lost two viewers.

Can you please stop fighting, you two?

We should all get along.

Fine.

Jim Hero types, fine Toby types.

Hermione retrieves her ukulele from underneath her desk and strums beautiful, harmonious chords.

Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high, and the dreams that you dreamed of

Once in a lullaby.

Toby is mesmerized.

My first grade teacher confessed today, he types, before deleting and starting over.

My grandmother told me today about her sex life when she was young.

and it made me uncomfortable.

I understand, Hermione says melodically, strumming her ukulele.

It's weird to imagine old people being sexually active, even when we're talking about their younger selves.

Just remember, one day you and I will be old, if we're lucky, and we'll be reflecting on our younger selves too.

Dobie pictures himself in his twilight years.

Will he still be suffering endless confessions and delivering sermons to unattentive congregations?

Will he still be venting to some broke college student streamer?