Troy had been working on it pretty much all day.

For a while, he'd kind of felt that something was maybe a little bit off between him and Abed, and he didn't know why. They were still running the theater and watching cool movies together, and maybe Annie's Boobs was still on the loose and one of the rabbits had died—Troy had prepared a really touching eulogy— but something just wasn't quite right.

He'd been trying to figure it out for over a week now before he figured it out, and once it hit him, he couldn't understand how he'd been so stupid before.

Best Friends Weekly.

There hadn't been an issue in weeks.

So Troy had spent the entire day gathering materials for it— paper, markers, yarn and other art supplies— and went looking for Abed.