Thread:TheMaximumMatt/@comment-31647719-20190120212804/@comment-32807753-20190128010016

So you didn't really sell my furniture," Lincoln continued. "Great. But you still locked me out of my own room! And then the house!"

What followed after that outburst was a moment of stony, uncomfortable silence. Lincoln couldn't tell if his family was struggling to come up with a response or if they just wanted to make sure he was done speaking before the responded. Regardless, he decided to go on.

"I... I felt like I wasn't welcome in my own family anymore. Like I was being thrown out into the streets."

The very idea triggered a flurry of light gasps from around the room. "Oh, Lincoln," Rita said as tenderly as she possibly could, her brow wrinkling with worry.

"What were you gonna do if I couldn't prove I was good luck?!" cried Lincoln. "Just keep me out there forever?!"

"Well, we- uh..." stammered Lynn Sr., tugging at the collar of his polo shirt. "...we didn't think that far ahead, I guess," he said.

Lincoln: You guys are crud parents. You know that?