Wilford nods as he slings the bag over his shoulder. "Speech therapist, psychologist, general... whatever, ear specialist, and a dentist so far. That's how I found out they still had him using a bottle before I got him."

Even with Wilford's extremely limited experience with his friends' children, he knows that was all kinds of too late.

"He told Teja to fuck off once." Or something similar. 'Fuck' was definitely the key component to whatever Michael had said. Wilford was too busy laughing to even consider how to appropriately handle that.

"You ready, pipsqueak?" he says to Michael. "Get your friends. Let's go."

"Ba ba ba ba," says Michael as he starts carefully picking up his toys one by one and putting them back into his inventory.