You and Dave were hanging out in his apartment, draped across the couch while playing a Nintendo game. Dave groaned in annoyance as he lost the Mario Party game once again. “Dude, how are you so good at this?” He asked, picking up the bottle of sprite and taking a sip.

After a few more games, Dave got up and walked to his kitchen. His messy, puppet-filled kitchen. “Yo, do you want a snack? We have like, chips and cookies and shit.” He said, opening a cabinet.