Dave: but here we are a week later alive and well and enjoying the finest of whatever the hell this slimy liquid skittles nonsense is
Dave: hmmm
Dave: actually did we check to make sure this isnt poison for us? like what are the odds that aliens party by drinking bleach or
Dave: oh fuck it were immortal

He necks the kaleidoscopic beverage, and has to fight every bodily instinct he has not to vomit. Dave gasps for air, tears running down his cheeks, coughing like he just inhaled car exhaust.

After taking an unrequested gulp of June’s water, he raps his knuckles on the counter with a forced cocksure grin.

Dave: so smooth