[it's good to be back in his room, but he's glad Sarah Jane is off somewhere else: he still hasn't figured out how he's going to explain this to her. even so, when you're a sandwich on a kitchenette counter, there's not much you can do but listen.]

Crowley. He's the asshole that turned me into a mouse when I got here. So I wouldn't listen to him on principle. [he shakes his head, focusing on the aspects of the story he can understand, instead of the ones he can't, drawing some paralells as he goes.]

Everyone's got family drama, and I know a little bit about picking better family than the one you were born with. I had a gang of friends, back home, the way you had a crew. The Loser's Club, we called ourselves, 'cuz that's what everyone thought we were. Kind of a 'fuck you' thing, y'know?