*sighs*
*gets Dr Doofenzhmirtz and Perry the Platypus*
“Guys this is Phillip the platypus, he needs friends, emotional support, and also to be killed. Please proceed.”
Recovering from my temporary insanity, I shout, “I thought we were friends!” Like a dramatic little kid and come at you the way Wayne would if you stole his lucky hat.
We do. We have a really good talk about the morality of fighting over a sandwich, and while our stomachs are full of other food, we decide the sandwich isn’t really worth it.