Was no one paying attention to you for a minute?
“Kylo Ren challenge, bro.”
Not a thing. You made up a challenge so you would have an excuse to take your shirt off. Or, at least, the top of your shirt.
“Totally a thing. Sweeping social media.”
Uh-huh. You want a soda?
La Croix sparkling water?
“Why are you offering me drinks?”
You look so thirsty.
Like, absolutely parched. Thirsty as fuck.
Wait, don’t go.
“You want to apologize?”
No, I want Garcia to see you like this. Garcia?
“What the hell is with him, man?”
No one knows.
“I mean, this is my replacement?”
Preaching to the choir, buddy.
“It’s simply beyond the pale.”
I dunno. He’s pretty pale.
“He is, man. Hey, Jimmy.”
“Get a little sun. Or put a shirt on. Y’know what? Forget the first thing, man. You need a shirt? I got a crate full of ’em at home.”
“I have shirts.”
“Great. Problem solved.”