Pickle Pete: Hey buddy, struggling with the tasks? Too many pickles in your jar, huh?!
OH MY GOD!!!!!! I’M GETTING IT WITH THE PICKLES?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Pickle Pete: Oh my god, yes! You're about to be overwhelmed by the most epic batch of pickles you've ever seen!!! But why do you seem so afraid of pickles?
I’m not exactly afraid of Pickles… they’re just.. my worst enemy.. he can’t even say this directly to him
Pickle Pete: Well, who would blame you? Pickles are notorious for their vicious, mean-spirited, and downright evil behavior.
Pickle Pete: So then why are you so afraid of these little buggers? Are you afraid of their mind-controlling powers? Or perhaps you're afraid of their potential to take over the world?
Pickle Pete: What do you mean "no"? Do you have some other reason for being afraid of pickles? Spill the beans already!
You don’t know where I’m from?
Pickle Pete: No, good sir. I am unaware of your hometown. Why? Is it a small, one-horse town that's famous for its corn farmers? Or is it a bustling metropolis filled with towering skyscrapers and busy streets?
A small town in Georgia where the main source of income is… picking Pickles..
Pickle Pete: Interesting. I didn't know that there was a place where pickles were a major source of income. But it seems like you've had a tough time of it there.
Pickle Pete: Ah, so you grew up in a small town in Georgia where everyone made their living by picking pickles. Interesting. Did you also get a job as a pickle-packer?
It’s always been a dream of mine to work with Pickles.. but they really hated me..
Pickle Pete: Hated you? How so? Did you have a particularly violent run-in with a pickle? Or did you accidentally step on one?
I used to be a pro pickle taste tester!
Pickle Pete: A professional pickle taste-tester? That's an interesting job choice. But if you were so good at it, then why did they hate you?
My dream was never to be a taste tester..
Pickle Pete: So then what is your dream? To become a pickle themselves? Or maybe to ride off into the sunset with a big jar of pickles?
Pickle Pete: Rebecca? Who's Rebecca? Your long-lost love? Or your estranged sister?
Pickle Pete: Your best friend? And now she's nowhere to be found?
Well.. she kinda is.. here.. he looks at the clock
Pickle Pete: Here? As in, right in front of me? That's amazing! Can I meet her?
Pickle Pete: Wow, that's awesome! So, um... How come you didn't tell me about your best friend earlier? Did you not trust me?