A Garret
A Garret is like a dimensional mess. He’s in one place, but his brain is somewhere else. He can’t tell a straight line from a joke and ends up stuck in a time loop of bad decisions.
Garret: ‘I’m going to the store.’ Me: ‘Okay.’ Garret: ‘I’ll be back in 5 minutes.’ 2 hours later: ‘I’m back.’
Garret went to the park, got lost, and came back with a map of the entire city.
He tried to cook dinner and ended up burning the house down.