Your chin is so pointy, and you have elephants on your torso, but only the top part.
“Bubbles.”
Yes, so many bubbles.
“No, that’s my name.”
Flemish?
“Angolan.”
Of course. What do you do?
“I say I’m an actress.”
Of course. Is your belly button the center of the universe?
“All loci are the center of the universe, so: yes.”
You pluralize so effortlessly.
“Thanks.”
Would you like to pet? Light-to-moderate, or pedal-to-the-metal: your choice.
“Yeah, okay.”
…
What?
“Let’s pet. We can french, maybe even sloppy second.”
Awesome.
“Lemme just tell my brothers where I’m going.”
Oh, I don’t like the sound of that.
“Kip! Henry! I found a beau!”
“YOU SAID WE GOT TO WATCH THIS TIME!”
“AND TRADE HANDS IN A FRATERNAL FASHION!”
I’m gonna regret asking this, but what’s your last name?
“WE ARE THE FUCKS!”
“YOU MAY KNOW OUR FATHER, THE CAPTAIN!”
Hard pass.
I’m sure I will regret asking this but…..what’s up with the aerosol can in Kip’s hand?