Bathtime for Buddy

I’m posting today from a campsite in NJ’s Pine Barrens (not so barren that the campsite has no wi-fi, fortunately). Not gonna go on at length about this relatively innocuous end to an innocuous arc, except to point out that TB sabotages the whole thing with that lead balloon of a “punchline”. “Wondering what a mind would sound like when it snapped”? File that gem under Things No One Would Ever Say, particularly if the mind in question was one’s own.