You severely underestimate how much I like your eyes. But if the sun's too bright later you can put them on again.
[It shouldn't though. They fly and eventually land on a platform of lush umbrella-shaped plants and John touches down to begin walking.] What if we don't run into any cut-outs you'd actually do though?
Then I'll dress up in whatever ridiculous bullshit you want at home and you'll look like a weird amalgamation of cut out art? [ and the forest is shady enough he seems fine, even if he does shade his eyes a bit at first. adjusting to the light is annoying. ] ...But let's be real, I'll break down and do one eventually.
That better be a promise. Both of those. I don't want to be the only person stuck looking like a dumbass here. [He's fine with that though.] The next one's probably not far from here. Any bets what it is?
Only one of those is threatening to my dignity, babe, and it's not murder. [He says, while there's a murder case going around. As they walk, he spots the next cut-out and points toward it.]
I think that's our target. [Dave wasn't...entirely off. While it's not a muscular dude and a girl in a bikini, it's a muscular dude and a girl in a coconut bra and a grass skirt...]
[It's definitely also a guy with a kind of bathing suit cover tied around his waist and also holding a ukelele. So there's that.] Do you really think it'll work that way?
If it doesn't get rid of the beard and wizard hat, I'm definitely making you take the next one. [But he wanders over to stand behind the muscle board anyway.] Snap when you're ready.
[The good news is the beard and hat disappear! The bad news is John's now in what's effectively a beach-y loincloth with bigger muscles and holding a ukulele. He looks at the guitar for a moment before he looks at Dave.]
First of all, even though I still like girls I am not sure how I feel about either of us having boobs. Second of all what makes you think I can play the ukulele? [He's already fiddling with the strings though.]
I forget sometimes that I cannot get anything past the dude of time. [He's...playing Dave's song on the ukulele, though it's missing a lot of notes. Woe.] But that was true then. Even more true now.
Don't judge me for this but I am sort of comfortable like this. I think we're in a jungle climate? [Shrug.] I wonder how many of these we have to do though.
Sure, pick the cool one. [He rolls his eyes, but he begins to walk away while playing the ukulele.] Your turn to try and find it. Think the time thing would help us find it faster?
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[It shouldn't though. They fly and eventually land on a platform of lush umbrella-shaped plants and John touches down to begin walking.] What if we don't run into any cut-outs you'd actually do though?
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I think that's our target. [Dave wasn't...entirely off. While it's not a muscular dude and a girl in a bikini, it's a muscular dude and a girl in a coconut bra and a grass skirt...]
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This is so your fault.
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Do you think the girl one would give one of us boobs? Maybe we shouldn't mess with nature. [ ... ] Time for a ukulele solo?
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