“What? It’s late, man, and the stomach was growlin’, what was I s’possed to do?” Stretch says lazily, shoving honey into his mouth, the clock next to him reading 3:20 AM.

“Lay off man, come on. Just grab some dip with me.” He takes a teaspoon and puts it gently in your mouth, smiling happily as he raises an eyebrow. “Good, right?”