The next morning, he woke up and immediately went over to the DVR recording. He flipped through them, looking for the films.

Couldn't find them. That's weird. Perhaps they were hidden? He did record a lot of shows because he spent a lot of late nights at the lab.

Set by date recently recorded.

Why were there 5 Harry Potter movies in this? He pressed one and played it.

Why did this sound familiar? Where did he hear this before-

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!" Brain whispered, flipping through it. "No, it's just hidden. It's just hidden. It's just hidden."

He went through each listing but couldn't find anything.

"Son of a bitch." He sat down and tossed the remote to the side. "Son of a bitch! The one thing, the one thing I look forward to all month, and he records over it! I've waited for so long for this, it's isn't fair-"

"What's not fair, Brain?" Pinky stood in the doorway, finally awake.

Just the sight of him set something off in Brain.

"You! I'm sick of you! You recorded over the movie I was planning on watching!"

Pinky was shocked, then thought about it. "Was the movie The Third Man?" he asked sheepishly.

Brain nodded, his hands clenched into fists.

"It said that it was recording, but I thought it was a mistake. I wanted to rewatch the film-"

"But you've already seen it! You were watching them last night, why the fuck would you need to record it!"

Alright, calm down, Brain, you're going to say something you'll regret. But it was too late.

"You've been nothing but a nuisance since you came. You've burned down my kitchen, wasted my time for paste, and done all of these asinine things that have me at my wit's end! I've done nothing but be kind, but I'm at the end of the straw. Get out, and get out now. I never want to see you again. Go live in the flood, hopefully you'll find your brain there since it probably went off in the floodwaters!"

"But Brain-"

"Don't even address me by my real name, Fitzgerald!"

Pinky's head hung low. "I don't like that name."

Brain immediately shut up. "Pinky, wait-"

Pinky's eyes welled up with tears. "I'll go. Goodbye." And without packing, he made his exit. The door slammed behind him.

Oh God, Brain messed up. He knew Pinky didn't like that name. But he was just so upset.

Upset wasn't an excuse. He shouldn't have done that.

He needed to apologize. He looked outside the window. Pinky was probably long gone by now.

Brain saw him sitting on the porch, his head in his knees, no doubt sobbing. Brain straightened his tie, then stepped outside.