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In the episode, They have to decode things with random letters that have nothing to do with the actual word. Like adfseawfe could mean xylophone.
BUT. Didi goes all “Hey Dexter, your fan club is for big I-D-K-C-S’s”.
it spells dicks
In a lot of cases, when something breaks, it can be fixed.
Let’s say you’re a child with only one expensive toy. You only get one. In your childhood you may want to share your toy with other kids you like. Some kids may not like your toy. Some kids may be too busy wanting to share their own toy with someone else; some kids may not even notice you asking to play with them; some kids may like your toy, take it and put it somewhere else on display, but what good is it if neither of you are using it? Some kids may break your toy, sometimes by accident, sometimes by negligence, and sometimes because they’re just spoiled kids who don’t want you to be happy. But sometimes you can just go to the toy shop with Mom and Dad and get it fixed, or if you’re a smart kid, assemble it back together.
The PROBLEM STARTS when you meet a kid who you want to share your toy with, sees your toy and what he can get from it. This kid will SMASH it, PRY it, BEND it open, reach in for essential bits and pieces that this kid can use for another toy or just for his enjoyment, then leave your toy damaged beyond repair, mangled and utterly useless. You can’t share this toy; it’s a literal piece of junk now. You can’t repair it yourself because there are too many pieces missing for it be what it was before, and if you want to get it fixed at the shop, it’ll cost a fortune, or even a miracle…
You can’t go on in childhood without being able to find playmates, no matter how long they last. And you certainly cannot play with kids with good toys while you have a mangled one. One day, someone will come with an amazing, fun and beautiful toy and will want to share it with you, but what have you got to offer them? A hunk of crap in a shell of what it used to be. And while you’re enjoying their toy, they just sit there wishing you could bring the same to the table, but they are too distracted with how much you’re enjoying their toy.
You now spend your childhood jumping from playmate to playmate, playing with everyone else’s awesome toys without even bothering to offer yours because you figure that 1) none of them would find it fun or useful, and 2) none of them have the capacity or patience to fix it.
I don’t think having a broken heart is a serious problem. Having a useless one might be.
… Or does that female bunny that Thumper falls for in “Bambi” have a serious gnome beard?