Robin did not show up to help, he did not show up to even socialize, he's mostly just there to mooch.
And watch shark videos. Balls deep in Shark Week but also bored as fuck with what some corporate TV fuckers seem to think constitutes proper shark programming, Robin has a seemingly infinite YouTube playlist full of shark attack bullshit loaded up on his tablet, and he's plopped on a cushion halfway in some corner, intending to watch all of them. At a party. Instead of in his own bedroom at the Compound.
"Y'all got internet yet or've I gotta use my fuckin' data on this bullshit?" he calls out to the apartment at large, though he's already scrolling through the available Wi-Fi networks in the area, trying to decide who's got the easiest to crack password. At least one of these fuckers with a generic Net gear has gotta still use "guest" and he's gonna figure out which one.
Shark Party with Robin (OPEN)
And watch shark videos. Balls deep in Shark Week but also bored as fuck with what some corporate TV fuckers seem to think constitutes proper shark programming, Robin has a seemingly infinite YouTube playlist full of shark attack bullshit loaded up on his tablet, and he's plopped on a cushion halfway in some corner, intending to watch all of them. At a party. Instead of in his own bedroom at the Compound.
"Y'all got internet yet or've I gotta use my fuckin' data on this bullshit?" he calls out to the apartment at large, though he's already scrolling through the available Wi-Fi networks in the area, trying to decide who's got the easiest to crack password. At least one of these fuckers with a generic Net gear has gotta still use "guest" and he's gonna figure out which one.