Well, evidently he's attacking your furniture. I'm afraid I've already run out of sympathy.

[Still, he's glad to hear Crowley didn't just bend his brother over the bathroom counter when the opportunity arose. Whatever else may be going on between them. Sigh.]

I'd offer to talk to him, but I don't think you want me to do that right now. I don't know. Pretend you're injured and call him for help. Maybe that will snap him out of it.