His mate's therapist will be like, so, do you still have the thoughts of watching your friend die in front of you? He'll be like, yes. Could you recall what happened? The stupid bitch sat on a bucket, ready for a firework to explode, just chilled there like it was his fucking surfer and he wasn't about to die. Therapist, mm-hmm, yeah, I totally get it. Just use a blue paper towel, you know?