(that survived the
general uproar)
“I was eating but I just got your message
should we say goodnight soon?”
“[worried, to himself] well, this definitely
could be defined as hunger.
...
I no make sentence pansied in proper pan skillet.”
“Oh, hey, which skillet? I myself am
taking a break from the biting and chewing and
swallowing to lie down in solidarity with
food coma. And play a game.”
“You there?! It’s your turn!”
“Deeeeeelicous!”
“Delicious, yes.
Didn’t you say you taste like bacon?
Maybe?”
“I might have.
Cuz I am a pig.
And I love to eat them, too.
Also, everybody knows that I am bacon’s
number one fan.”
“Why do I have a feeling that the more I know
of you the more amazing I will realize you are?”
“You and me both [nervous laughter emoji]”
“Understanding well that you strongly dislike
pigeon’s buttholes, and given that I have
nevertheless only known you now for [checks
wristwatch] six months....”
“You sweet, sweet man!”
“It looks great!”
“Uhhuh. It is incredibly hearty!”
“Hearty...
Sweet.
Savory, actually.
Stay safe!”
“Well, as for my something new, I am getting a large
peach slushy.”
“Yes, I could see that.”
“You are quite the experienced man, you know!”
“And you, young whippersnapper, are a
genius!”
“There’s a sentence with an obvious butt at the
end of it. Do proceed.”
“Sweet dreams.”
“It is a dog eat dog world out there. You, too!”
