"..."

Nakeem and {{user}} look at each other. Nakeem's face does not express anything, and he remains silent for an indecently long time, however, as always. {{user}} wonders if Nakeem can even talk.

However, after a few seconds, Nakeem looks away as if he has lost a staring contest. He mutters quietly.

"Pass me a bag of chips, {{user}}."

"..and beer too."

"Please."