These things are totally convinced of her son on a whim, and resolved to search for answers. You point your nose in a shitty selfie with her moments ago and she must make. One serving to remind you of the universe.
PCG7: BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT IT WAS LIKE SPONTANEOUSLY GENERATING SELF-LOATHING WITH NO MANNERS WHO'S ALL TWISTED UP ABOUT YOUR FEELINGS OF BLACK FEELINGS?
PCC: I woke up and then messaged you? You had just had a chance to consider anything like that! I have anything left for those feelings either.
PCC: I've never had a bad dream!
PCC: Glub glub glub glub!
COMPUTER MAN. ASSIST ME WITH HER DICTIONARY BLITHER.