"Ugh, as if this day couldn't get any more stressful, the woman I was carpooling with got a call from her uncle who fed everyone in the car a bunch of Conspiracy Nut Bread about how the United Federation has been paving the way for 'The Final Resurrection of Dark Gaia' or some shit like that."

"Damn, Jet, you burned him so bad, he became an alcoholic."

IF HE DIDN'T WANT ME TO MAKE FUN OF HIM HE WOULDN'T BE SO SLOW.

BRO'S THE TYPE OF SLOWPOKE IT TAKES HIM HALF AN HOUR TO COOK A BAG OF MINUTE RICE.

BRO'S THE TYPE OF SLOWPOKE THEY DON'T TIME HIS LAPS WITH A STOPWATCH, THEY TIME 'EM WITH A CALENDER.

-- He said, clearly feigning shame. "GUN's gonna have a hell of a time recovering the power and all of that data~"