"i meant the charred noodles, dumbo."

"oh."

"you seriously need to get laid. or at least do something to control those raging hormones."

"yes, your majesty. but first, go work on reconstructing that tent of yours. quick, it's collapsing."

"what tent? i'm making plans for a restau― oh. oh."

"..."

"uh, j-just give me a minute. i'll be back."

"aw. but seriously, i'd be a camp instructor if i were you. after all, you do seem to know an awful lot about building e r e c t tents."

"if you say another word, ira, i'm wanking off to your image in my head."

"..."