Oh, it's only the best sandwich you could eat, like, ever. Two slices of cheese in a pan, buttered bread on top, butter up; then Hershey's chocolate on inside, flip onto plate, peanut butter on top. It's probably the best thing I've ever cooked up. Grilled Franks are good, but not Grilled Charlie's good; no offense to Frank.
[He's saying all this while still hanging out of the ceiling.
That's honestly not that weird at all, considering who it is.]
How does she even respond to that? She can barely keep the disgusted look off her face as he explains, in more detail than she’d like, what it was he thought about cooking for them.]
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You know? I actually believe that about you.
[Jesus dude.]
I have a frozen pizza I can heat up? I'm not really the cooking type.
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It's hard being a gross possum man, sometimes.
But he brightens up like a kid whose mother just recommended putting totinos in the oven.]
I was gonna say I could make us some Grilled Charlies or something, but I like the sound of pizza a lot.
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[Daisy repeats the name as a small amused smile tugs at her lips.]
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[He's saying all this while still hanging out of the ceiling.
That's honestly not that weird at all, considering who it is.]
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How does she even respond to that? She can barely keep the disgusted look off her face as he explains, in more detail than she’d like, what it was he thought about cooking for them.]
Yeah, uh, I think I’m good with the pizza.
[Is this truly something he’d ever eat sober?]
I’ll just—
Go get started on it.