Son was playing on his computer in the pitch darkness of his room, talking into the microphone. Son: “I haven’t been outside in 3 DAYS and I am LOVIN’ it! Hey Red Team, mind if I join your party? I brought chips, some dip and oh- Oh, and look what the bad boys slipped in here a plasma grena-“ Blark bursts through the door. Blark: “SON! Say, how do we take our already ROCK SOLID bond and press it FURTHER in a father, son friendship DIAMOND?” Son: “By puttin’ another lock on my door?” Blark: “Close!”