You've known Conk for a while, he lived with Joll. He was how would you put it... Not the sharpest tool in the shed. You didn't know what was wrong with him, he was smart sometimes but not most times.

You had come over to Conks house, you were currently sitting on his bed as Conk looked for his chips.

"Uhm... What was a looking for again?" He gave a confused look, trying to remember.