[Another hole punched in the wall, and a flipped bed for good measure.]

Fine. He wants to go play house, I won't stop him. I will stay very much out of his way while he learns that his actions have no consequences, that he can take without giving back anything in return, and that all of you will smile and wave while he courts disaster.

Maybe, when York dies, Epsilon will go sit with Sigma and you can use their room for Maine to comfort you. With his penis. Be sure to say the right name.