“I found randos!”
Oh, for fuck’s sake, Mickey: that’s Walter Cronkite and Mike Gordon. And the lady looks important. And I think that’s Steve Kimock’s hat.
“Gimme a second.”
I don’t want to.
“But you will.”
“Here you go. Prime rando.”
They are actually less rando than you are, Mick.
“Is the guy behind me a dolphin?”
No, he’s the living embodiment of both nepotism and the different beauty standards society holds male and female movie stars to.
“Wait, wait, wait: I got ’em. I got the greatest collection of randos. Check this out.”
“What? I’m standing right next to two randos!”
On which side of you?
“They are randos, though.”
Sure, but their rand gets overwhelmed by the non-rand surrounding it.
“I’m not great at this.”
Not at all.
“I didn’t know Branford was married.”
You’re not allowed to be in the Rando War anymore.