[Here's Mandricardo laying face down on the couch, face buried in a pillow. He also has a pillow over the back of his head that he's holding, like he's trying to smother himself in a pillow prison.]
[Sometimes, he's yelling into the pillow with complete and utter exasperation.]
[You know, usual things!]
b. saturday
[Mandricardo managed to make his way into the Occult Room eventually - if someone enters, he's just gesturing to all of the stuff with some alarm.]
w0, friday
[Here's Mandricardo.]
[Here's Mandricardo laying face down on the couch, face buried in a pillow. He also has a pillow over the back of his head that he's holding, like he's trying to smother himself in a pillow prison.]
[Sometimes, he's yelling into the pillow with complete and utter exasperation.]
[You know, usual things!]
b. saturday
[Mandricardo managed to make his way into the Occult Room eventually - if someone enters, he's just gesturing to all of the stuff with some alarm.]
W-why is THIS all here? What the hell-!!
[THIS ISN'T DAIJOUBU]