LB: Wait, let’s try that again.
RB: Ok. Ready, count of three. One, two-
LB: This isn’t working.
RB: Wait, are we excited or are we stressed out? I can’t remember.
LB: Well we’re obviously excited. Lookit the stupid grin on the face. You see that? That’s an excitedly stupid grin.
RB: Yeah, but have you checked up on the stomach lately? It reports increased disturbance and decreased food supply.
LB: The stomach’s a moron. You can’t trust anything it says. You know it had five scoops of Haagen Dasz last night?
RB: Oh yeah, there was this zinging noise in here for a few hours afterwards.
LB: mmm, yeah…
LB: Five scoops is too many, really.
RB: Too many for what? It may be too much to eat, but it’s the perfect amount to cause chocolate overdose.
LB: But it’s too little an amount to cause chocolate fatality and therefore chocolate nirvana.
RB: But we don’t even believe in nirvana.
LB: We do believe in chocolate.
LB: Are you ready?
RB: Count of three. One, two-
LB: FRIENDS COMING FOR WEDDING!
LB: WEDDING DRESS AWOL!
LB: LIFE-CHANGING EVENT!
RB: GAH-uh- err- WHEE! err..