These Are Some People I Don't Understand

Brad is dead. There is no more Brad.

You Named It Brad, and I Don't Know What To Do With That.

Could you please not introduce me to your car? Because unless it's Greased Lightning or something similarly non-anthro, I don't want to meet him. Tell your car that I'm a warm person usually, it's just that I would be more comfortable if we remain strangers while I'm sitting in him and twiddling his knobs. I'm not judging you for naming your car (or your bike, or your coffee maker) but if you bring me into the relationship, I will feel too weird about it. Everything else is so weird right now, I cannot integrate any more information. So help me out, please, and don't tell me your car's name. ∎