So uh, at first I thought this was just a temporary thing. You know, get dumped off in the ball pit while Mom and Dad eat a cheeseburger or whatever. But now I'm stuck here? [He's not sure if that's a statement or a question.]

What the fuck?

[The Welcome Center was nice and everything, but he didn't expect the change to be permanent.]

I got shit to do back home, yo. I never finished my stuffed crust or showed by baby bro Locomotive Breath or got to see Kanye flip his shit in concert. 

Just show me where the Greyhound station is and it's all good.