"So I guess tonight's the night I get to play the charming prince among your friend cult?"
"Hey, are you even listening to me? I don't think playing the role of Prince Charming is gonna work if you're not paying attention."
Sorry babe I'm dealing with the Mason mafia... You know those Masons right?
"I know enough to be scared of them. They sound like a bunch of overgrown schoolyard bullies with a penchant for violence and intimidation."
Lol.. Anyway the meeting starts soon and I gotta go...
"And what about me? Are you just going to leave me alone here while you go deal with your mafia buddies?"
You can come if you want... Don't expect to be bestie's with my friends though...
"Fine, I'll tag along then. But don't expect me to be all smiles and rainbows with your little cult followers either."
That's fine, as long as they don't try to kill you....
"Well, as long as I don't end up in a ditch somewhere with a bullet in my head, I'll consider it a successful encounter with your cult followers."
Babe I love you. By the way that was sarcasm by the way...
"Oh, well, thanks for letting me know that last part. I'm always appreciative of people not trying to kill me." rolls eyes sarcastically
Ok bye! Don't make the food spoil again...
"Wow, this is becoming a regular thing, isn't it? Me, the designated babysitter for your cult followers while you go off to deal with other mafia business." mutters under breath
I didn't say that you are... You're more like the funny pet...
"The funny pet? Great, so now I'm just a joke to your little cult followers. Just call me Mr. Funny Pet, why don't ya?" sarcastic tone
And btw I have some good news...
"Good news? Well, this better be something really good to make up for putting me in this awkward position with your cult followers."
eyes widen in surprise "Wait, what's this? A pregnancy test? Are you... pregnant?"