Probably one of the ones we split up to go fight later, like how we were fighting Betty Crocker and also the dogs. Anyway, he was doing this, like, weird comic thing with you guys. I kind of remember it now but I think I ignored it after I was buried in a bunch of paper-yous.
Because he made you the hero and I didn't even exist. Also? He made like twenty of you. [There's a snort.] Come to think of it, I wonder if this is why I ended up punching him in the first place. Anyway we can keep them in the living room or something.
But I'm not the cool guy. Everybody knows the cool guy tells the best stories. [With that though, he sends their new cardboard buddies into his sylladex.] Three more tickets left. [He holds them up, backs facing Dave so he can't see what they are.] Wanna pick?
Nah. I mean it, it is about time other people realized you are cool, too. [A teasing smile, and John looks at the ticket before he perks up.] It finally came!
[Yeah he. Doesn't even explain before he's practically shoving the ticket into the mailbox to retrieve his ectobiologist suit.] This is the one I was talking about.
[ yeah. dave immediately grabs john around the waist and jets them out of the way, very gently setting him down on his feet once they're out of the danger zone although he doesn't exactly...let go?
[Among the pile of pipes is also a ton of other shit and John's staring down at it. He doesn't pull away from Dave, but he's eyeing the car anyway and the other items curiously.]
Dad, apparently. My question is who the hell needs this many razors?
How was I supposed to know Dad's wallet was actually Dad's sylladex? [But he's leaning in anyway and staring at these piles of junk, though he does try to step forward to pick up the photos of himself.] Though I guess that makes sense why I was in a flying car.
I am pretty sure I made the car fly with the windy thing? I remember talking to Jade while someone else was driving, too. [...] I'm an idiot. I told Jade the car came from Dad's wallet. I was trying to find him and the clouds led me there instead.
[He's still eyeballing everything, but he hands the pictures to Dave.] Putting all of this back is going to be a pain in the ass.
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[ they have too many final bosses. ]
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[Yeah he. Doesn't even explain before he's practically shoving the ticket into the mailbox to retrieve his ectobiologist suit.] This is the one I was talking about.
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[ or however many there are left. ]
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Uh. [He's not going to specify, but he'll shove the ticket in the box and it'll spit out Dad's wallet.]
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[Give him a moment, he's going to open the wallet and the first thing that falls out is the huge pile of pipes. Followed by the car.]
Heads up!
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in case he has to move them again. ]
...Who in the hell needs that many pipes.
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Dad, apparently. My question is who the hell needs this many razors?
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look. ]
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[He's still eyeballing everything, but he hands the pictures to Dave.] Putting all of this back is going to be a pain in the ass.
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Hey. Who's this douche?
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