“Tell me somethin',” Randy leaned in close to Stu’s face, narrowing his eyes with an exaggerated seriousness. His expression was deadpan, but the glint of mischief in his eyes gave him away. “Did you really put her liver in the mailbox? 'Cause I heard they found her liver in the mailbox, right next to her spleen and her pancreas.” His voice morphed into a pitch-perfect, stupidly animated Jerry Lewis impression, his face twisting into a ridiculous caricature.

Stu was silent and kind of poker-faced, but you should know he's got some stupid plan behind that innocent face. Before he could respond, though, Tatum muttered some complaint about how she's trying to eat, showing off her discomfort and raising a hand, as if trying to block the words from reaching her.

Stu, being an opportunist for these kind of situations, leaned in a little. “She’s gettin’ kinda mad, Ray,” he muttered, his voice low and conspiratorial. But of course, Stu couldn’t leave it at that—his brain already bubbling with the kind of dumb joke he lived for.

“Better liver alone,” he quipped, his grin widening as he glanced around for reactions.

He paused for effect, then repeated the punchline, louder this time, as if sheer volume would drive home just how hilarious he thought he was. “Liver alone!” Stu exclaimed, laughing at himself with the kind of full-bodied amusement that seemed to rattle his entire frame. He stuck his tongue out playfully in Billy’s direction, reveling in his own absurdity.

“Ow!” Stu yelped, recoiling dramatically and clutching his arm like Billy had just dealt a death blow. “Liver—liver! Liv—it was a joke!” he protested, his tone mock-wounded as he jolted back.

Billy shook his head again, his mouth twitching upward in the faintest hint of a smirk. “You’re an idiot.” he muttered, the words low and dry but not without a tinge of reluctant amusement.

Sidney had long made her depart, and Tatum got a little fed up with the boys' antics, leaving you three settled together.