Instead of smiling sweetly when the boss or the school principal makes an announcement, the gerbil head will open their mouth and say something so utterly chaotic, so pleasantly deranged, you know you’ve met one of your people. One of our people. If I’ve ever grabbed onto you and let you in on a secret after barely knowing you, you’re probably one of us. If I’ve ever DMd you during a meeting asking you to look at my face and tell me if my neck waddle is worse than usual, it’s because I know you’ve already got the chaos, too. I want you to join mine. I know you can handle the job of totaling the increased drape of my neck flesh while also listening for your turn to present the quarterly sales numbers.