Ethan: Simon! Come ON
Simon: (sniffing absolutely nothing. Looks back at Ethan)
Ethan: (Opens arms.) what the heck are you even doing?? I have to go to bed. It’s 8:30
Simon: Oh ok. My bad my bad. Oh also, if there’s bones in the bed. It’s not from chicken wings it’s from aliens…
Ethan: omg…are you serious?
Francis: oh hey, guys, I don’t know if you’ve noticed. But I just got a NEW scratcher scratcher upper. It’s brand new.
Ethan: Francis, I just gave that to you. Are you going to sleep beside it?
Francis: What’s it to you? Maybe I love this , maybe I don’t. I haven’t decided.