"Jesus Christ," he mutters—not annoyed, exactly, but tired. "You want plausibility, check out his bite-marks."

But he sighs and continues in more normal tones, "No, sorry, I totally get it. Weirded me out too. Okay, fine. This thing, it showed up in my room, looking like Obie. Acting like him too. Spun this whole story about—" he cuts himself off, his voice wavering for a moment "—fuck, never mind, anyway, he dropped it pretty quick when I got the idea he maybe wasn't who he was pretending to be. And then he turned into my dad and ragged on me for not living up to the family name and turned into my mom and called me an ungrateful little shit."