“Try it!”

“Is it even food?”

“It’s yummy.”

“Answer. The question.”

“Listen hear you lily-livered shitweasel. I don’t have the patience- why are you laughing?”

“Lily-livered shitweasel oh my GOD.”

“What’s up?”

“We duct taped a goose to the ceiling.”

“Why would you-”

“Why are you Like This.”

“Severe childhood trauma.”

“Oh.”

“Also, I’m gay.”

“I thought November was like. Winter?”

“It’s Australia, everything’s fucked up.”

“I’m trapped.”

“Just push the dog off your lap.”

“No, absolutely not, I’m not a monster.”

“I’m not a baby,” pouts the small child.

“Yes you are,” says the 20 year old.

“You’re all babies.” says the Actual Adult™ “Stop complaining.”

“What happened to you?”

“Babysitting.”

“It’s going to be okay.”

“Is it though? Is it? [X] is dead.”

“[X] has been dead like four times, it’s probably fine.”

“Hey there stranger- oh god, it’s you.”

“Hi. Glad to know you remember me.”

“Who? I’ve never met an [X] before. Bye.”