;;;)

In a dystopic near future, humans have evolved to spend their lives in complete isolation. Notions such as friendship, kinship, empathy and even conversation are alien and have been completely bred out of the population. One day you start to feel lonely…

harry’s just a gigantic dork who loves babies to the point where at age 17 he was ready to help a fake-pregnant woman give birth like a proper midwife and doesn’t know where exits are and swears a lot more than people make him out to and trips over kiwis and more often his own two 12-toed feet and eats random oranges out of elevators while wearing whatever flashy suit or floral shirt or soccer mum sweatpants peak his interest for the day which he spends aggressively spreading love and attempting to play the kazoo he isn’t a “sex symbol” he’s a massive goober that we all love and adore even if he most likely hails from outer space