Ema:
You come home in the middle of the night, bleeding, trouble at school... Have I raised such a son?
Johannes:
[the last straw]
You didn't fucking raise me at all! Look at yourself! You can't handle yourself, how could you raise me? I've raised myself!
Ema:
What did you say to me?
Johannes:
It doesn't matter. Go to your room. In the morning, I'll be fine, but you'll be the same schizoid idiot.
[Mom proceeds to trash his bedroom]
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