“Hey, Jer?”
“What’s up, Weir?”
“Now, I’m not accusing or anything–”
“Good to hear, man.”
“–but, uh, did you eat my McNuggets?”
“I didn’t.”
“Well, where’d they go?”
“Could have something to do with it being 1971. Product wont exist for a decade or so.”
“That might explain it. Y’know, I’m not a one-saucer.”
“Huh?”
“Some people go all in on bar-b-q, or honey mustard. I get ’em all and switch it up throughout the meal.”
“Good to know.”
“Can’t let your taste buds get complacent. Gotta keep ’em guessing.”
“Both what enters and what exits your mouth is a complete mystery to all, Weir.”
“Oh, yeah.”
With regards to Precarious.
Rats. Beat me to it.
Someone died at that gig for sure
Look at that shit!
S/b: Those Handsome YOUNG Men With Their Choogling Machines