Vinny: Hey Ken, new email.
Ken: Hmmmph? Oh. *eats ribs*
Vinny: What the f*ck? Put that thing down. I thought you were losing weight.
Ken: Gave up.
Vinny: You suck.
Ken: Hey, you said you'd try and stop your stupid potato chip obsession. I wouldn't be talking, nub.
Vinny: [Eats a handful of chips sulkily.]
Ken: Anyways, let's see what we have in the old PMs. I got a good feeling about this one.
Ken: Okay, LethalFemme asks: "Hey Ken. Don't you think it would be funny if you superglued Mist's hands to his face? I think it would be."
Vinny: Hahaha, that'd be a photograph worthy moment, fo' sho'.
Ken: Don't say that ever again.
Vinny: [Eats handful of chips sulkily]
Ken: Well, let's see. I think yes, it would be. But Lethal, I think I'm going to take in a....bit of a....'different' direction.
[Ken and Vinny look at each other and grin wolfishly.]
[Two days later.]
Mist: Uh. Gah.
Lana: [Walking by] Um, Mist? Why - why are you touching your own buttocks? That's just weird.
Mist: I dunno. I can't....can't help it.
Lana: 🤨
Lana: Ooookay. That's really weird. [Moves on]
Mist: No! Wait! You don't understand!
[BackFire comes by.]
BackFire: Grabbin' your butt? That's not very lady-like!
Mist: I'm not a lady.
BackFire: Oh. Whatever. [moves on]
Mist: Oh, this is getting frustrating!
[Ken passes by.]
Ken: Oh, Mist. Fancy seeing you here! And uncontrollably grabbing your own butt, I see. Well, don't let me get in the way. Carry on!
Mist: Wait, come back!
[Lea passes by.]
Lea: Attaboy, Michael! *pats his shoulder and moves on.*
Mist: Wait! Where're you going?
Mist: You got any solvent?...Or DD7?.........
Mist: Somebody get my hands off my butt!