[He could have just not gone there but what's the point of being friends if you can't joke about all those lost decades of unaddressed trauma with a joking but honest face?]
Yeah. But no chocolate chips. That stuff gets stuck everywhere and turns to glue in my mouth.
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Besides, people think I'm on the moon, remember?
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How do you know how to drive that thing? What would we even do on the moon? And what if you need to take a shit, does it even have a toilet?
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Oh wow, where did your sense of adventure go? You used to love scifi shit, and this is the closest you can get to a flying car.
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Come on. We used to love all sorts of shit. Now we're old and cranky and want pancakes everyday.
I don't think they'll decompose on the moon. And you won't want this smell stinking up the ship. Let me deal with this and then we'll go.
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In apology: ] You want pancakes? I'll have some ready for when you're done.
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Yeah. But no chocolate chips. That stuff gets stuck everywhere and turns to glue in my mouth.
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[ Case in point. What are friends for? ]
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Is he fussy?]
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Should I get a bubble bath ready too? You're gonna need to wash off that stink.
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But I like that glittery fizzy purple bath bomb that looks like a unicorn threw up in the tub.
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You'll still stink of river and singing fish and 'evidence'. Can't let you get on my couch until you're nice and clean.