LB: Gaaaah!

RB: Wheeee!

LB: Wait, let’s try that again.

RB: Ok. Ready, count of three. One, two-

LB: WHEE!

RB: GAAAH!

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…

RB: yeah…

LB: …

RB: …

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.

RB: Agreed.

LB: …

RB: …

LB: Are you ready?

RB: Ready.

LB: Awesome.

RB: Count of three. One, two-

LB: CHOCOLATE!

RB: GAAAH!

LB: WEDDING!

RB: WHEEE!

LB: FRIENDS COMING FOR WEDDING!

RB: WHEEE!

LB: WEDDING DRESS AWOL!

RB: GAAAAAAH!

LB: LIFE-CHANGING EVENT!

RB: GAH-uh- err- WHEE! err..

LB: Nuts.