".....Hubert..?" Joyce began. "You remember your name?"

He looked at her, like as if she'd grown two heads. "Why would I not remember my own name?!" He shouted.

Joyce flinched, she didn't like this side to him. "Hubert, do you really not remember anything?" She asked again.

"Remember what?" His voice defaulted back to his annoyed tone.

"Everything that has happened this past month!" She stated, throwing her hands in the air. "You, lost your memory and posed as a man named Salad Fingers! You were a kind and insane person, but in a good way! How can you not remember?"

" You speak nonsense brat....." Hubert grumbled, " What happened to me? And why are we in the same house together?"

Joyce sighed, squeezing Gerald in her arms. She hated this. She would of thought that she'd be happy to see him normally....but he was the exact same person as before. "You and many others suffered radiation from the Great War. That's what caused your green skin and oddly shaped hands....." Joyce spoke.

He blinked at her, annoyance still plastered onto his face. He gave a heavy sigh and laid on the couch. "Uhggg why does all the shit happen to me?! And the worse part is I have to suffer with you." He grumbled, putting a hand to his face.

Joyce was at her boiling point, she could feel warmth spread in her cheeks.
She had never been so mad. "YOU KNOW WHAT? Why? WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH?! ALL IVE EVER BEEN IS NICE TO YOU! AND NOW THAT YOU CAN REMEMBER EVERYTHING YOU JUST GO BACK TO BEING MR. Grumpy. I just am so tired of everything going wrong! I want Salad Fingers back! Not you!" She shouted, throwing her knife to the ground.

Hubert glanced at the knife and then to Joyce. She had ham enough. "HARRY C'mon Let go for a walk!" She yelled.

A couple seconds later Harry came out of a room, with a look of confusion on his face. "?no gniog s'tahw...hU"

Joyce just gave a huff and dragged Harry outside, whilst Hubert was trying to comprehend why his boss had no arms.