Yes please. Being called a malignant narcissist by someone who literally pretends to be a cultured cannibal to feel superior has a way of draining one.
Consider the following:
Sweeper and Alice; my sweet little androids who look remarkably human
Redesigned in the style of Five Nights at Freddy’s
Therapist: How much of your mother’s judgements do you think you’ve internalized?
You know, your best pal, your bud, who follows you everywhere, who sits on your shoulder (or maybe you sit on theirs). We’re talking Ash and Pikachu levels of companionship.
A Quiet Respite 