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(He looks off to the side, his eyes suddenly catching a flick of light. He blinks, focusing.)

(He chuckles nervously, but the laugh cuts short into a pained wince as he shifts his neck, nearly triggering the collar.) The_last_man_on_earth_2x04

But I’m trying to change! I’m a new Tandy. I’m the reformed Tandy. I agreed to five weeks in this dog house instead of one! That’s how committed I am to showing them that the old, lying, ball-pool-diving Phil Miller is dead and buried. I just want to sit at the table again. I want to share a block of government-issue apocalypse cheese without feeling like I need to lie about who ate the last slice. (He looks off to the side, his eyes

(The scene is pitch black. The sound of crickets and crashing ocean waves fills the background. A tight spotlight illuminates a wooden stockade. Tandy's head and hands are locked in place. Around his neck is a glowing shock collar. He is sweaty, exhausted, and desperately trying to maintain his trademark false optimism.) I’m the reformed Tandy