Mimi: “Oh no! Rae, what happened?!” Rae (she is a puddle on the floor): “Ah, just thinking about… well, everything, has melted me into a puddle of pure existential dread.” Mimi: “I see some chunks in there, too.” Rae: “Oh, I think that’s my anxiety coagulating into a semi-solid form. It smells like a New Jersey mall, for some reason.”