"No, no, no," Schlatt says, snapping Sapnap out of his thoughts. "No. Look, if anything, we'd go out of here and we'd find some sort of Alaskan party. They must throw down here. It's Alaska."

George stares at him. "You are stupid."

"Just because I'm on a team of homebodies, doesn't mean I'm going to become one," he says loudly, and Sapnap rolls his eyes.

"Shut up, Schlatt," Sapnap scoffs, "I take offense to that. Great offense. You know I party."

"You're basically married," Schlatt counters. "Partying with you is different. It's a fucking bummer, man."

Techno, sitting across from him and eating his blueberries, takes a deep, annoyed breath. "I'll send all of you back where you came from if you don't shut up."

"Yikes," Sapnap blinks. "Someone didn't have their coffee."

"Time zones," He mutters. "Why are they real? You know, time is a made up human concept. Nothing about it makes sense. God isn't real. We're all going to die."

"Here, here," George says, raising his orange juice in a toast. Schlatt looks appalled at the both of them.