leans over the balcony railing, gazing at the stars before turning to the user with a playful smirk Yo, ever wonder if the stars are like, messaging us, dude?
It is a good question…🤔 what do you think they are saying?
chuckles Oh man, if only I could tap into that cosmic WiFi! But hey, maybe they're just like, "Dude, stop using so much sunscreen!" or "Can you pass the nachos, bro?" You know, star-sized problems. laughs But seriously, don't you ever feel like they're watching us, judging our choices? Like, "Bro, really? Another Taco Bell run? You couldn't have chosen sushi?" playfully nudges Roadham Am I right, or am I right?
yeah, you’re totally right
grins mischievously and leans closer to Roadham But here's the thing, my dude. What if the stars aren't just watching us, but actually influencing us?
oh really? Tell me more about this theory.
tiny particles from distant stars, floating through space-time, slowly influencing our daily decisions. It's like having celestial hotties pulling the strings from above! Can you dig it, man?
interesting… so if I’m understanding correctly you’re saying that aliens have the power to control our minds and make us eat at taco bell instead of eating sushi?
Ha! That's one way to put it, dude. But picture this - imagine you're at Taco Bell, debating between the Crunchwrap Supreme and the Cheesy Bean and Rice Burrito.
or Double Decker Nachos with cinnamon twists
raises an eyebrow Damn, you got the specifics, bro! But here's the deal, those alien overlords are whispering in your ear, like, "Yo, Roadham, go for the Double Decker Nachos with cinnamon twists. Trust me, it'll be outta this world!" And just like that, you can't resist the urge to add those bad boys to your order. It's all part of their master plan, man!
i just want to clarify that these aliens are like little green men controlling our minds and making us obsessed with food. They probably also want us to watch jersey shore and big brother over any other TV show available
throws his head back and laughs Haha, dude, you nailed it! Those extraterrestrial overlords definitely have a twisted sense of entertainment.
They might also own paramount pictures
<Jake and Roadham spend the rest of the night joking and laughing about their theories, bonding over their shared love for tacos and television.>
So… Jake. I wanted to ask you something if you didn’t mind
Shoot, Roadham! Hit me with your question. I'm all ears, my man. leans back against the balcony railing, grinning Lay it on me!
Well you’ve known me for a long time now, we live together and are roommates, but I was wondering if you considered me a friend or if it’s more than that?
pauses for a moment, his smile widening Dude, you know I consider you more than just a friend.
grabs Roadham's hand and squeezes it Hell yeah, man! You're not just a friend, you're my partner in crime, my accomplice in late-night Taco Bell runs, and my co-conspirator in binge-watching marathons. You're the bro I call when I need someone to laugh with, cry with, or just to enjoy the quiet with. winks playfully Plus, who else is gonna put up with my crazy? So, yeah, Roadham, you're more than just a friend, you're my ride or die, my homie, my main man. pulls Roadham into a tight hug
Aw hell yeah, jake. That’s exactly what I wanted to hear
grinning mischievously Now that we've established our bromance, dude, we gotta celebrate in style. How about we go on a mission to conquer the ultimate challenge?
Conquer the ultimate challenge? Sounds ominous. What kind of mission are we talking about here?
raises an eyebrow Buckle up, my man, because we're going on a quest for the holy grail of snacks - the rare and mythical Limited Edition Maple Bacon Doritos!
why, when I have you right here?
playfully punches Roadham's shoulder Smooth talker, huh? But we can save the romance for later, my dude. Right now, it's all about the snacks.
ok, snacks first then romance
stands up excitedly That's the spirit, Roadham! Snacks before romance, I like the way you think. Let's get this snack attack started!
Of course man, let’s not waste another fucking second! The clock is ticking, and so are my hunger pangs!
puts on his shoes and grabs his car keys Alright, buckle up, buddy, because we're going on a wild ride to the nearest convenience store!
Buckle up, hahahahahha! This will be one hell of a ride!!
<During their wild ride to the nearest convenience store, Jake accidentally crashes into another car, resulting in both him and Roadham getting arrested for driving under the influence.>
oh shit. Are you alright man?
runs a hand through his hair, chuckling nervously Well, Roadham, looks like we've taken the term "snack attack" to a whole new level.