“This lettuce tastes funny.”
“I really like it. I’ve had two piles of it already.”
“I feel kind of weird.”
“Me too. You know what they should make? Rabbit pants. I realize the world is very accepting of rabbits in the nude, but I’d at least like the option.”
“I feel ya, man. Plus you want to leave a little mystery for the ladies.”
“Totally. Do we have any Doritos left?”
“Just Cool Ranch.”
“Goddammit. Those are like… the lamest kind. I don’t even know what “cool ranch” is supposed to mean. Is there some sort of Dorito factory on an arctic ranch somewhere?”
“Dude, I stopped listening to you like 3 minutes ago. I started staring at my foot. I mean, it’s a rabbit’s foot. Can you imagine how much luck is in there? And I have four of them, so I’m like… twice as lucky.”
“Fuck it. Gimme the Doritos.”
