The issue of having scathing, sandpapery dad residue on one's soul. Also growing up with 80s cop show reruns.

"Yeah, I'll put it up here and send you a text with some food cart rec. That'll be believable enough."

Hank crosses his arms, frowning hard. "We'll have a couple of people for him to work with. I mean... Somehow there are actual kids here. I don't know if they're born all fucked up by the head or if he lets 'em grow up a little and then does it to them, but they shouldn't have to live their whole lives like this."