(on the Night King)
Me: That ugly dude.
Daryl: What ugly dude?
Me: The king of the dead.
Daryl: He’s a good looking dude, don’t do him like that.
Daryl: (Googles pic) see? He’s good looking.
Me: Okay okay, fine. He’s good looking… I feel like you took that personally.
Daryl: Four police.
Me: (turns around to see) They’re probably hungry.
Daryl: (simultaneously) For donuts.
Me: (simultaneously) FOR JUSTICE!
Becca: So how’s your life going?
Daryl: Can’t complain, still alive.
Peter: (turns to me) So, how’s your love life?
Daryl, Becca and me: (immediately chokes)
Daryl: Wait, how old am I? 23? 24?
Me: 24.
Daryl: 24.
Daryl: Shut up.
Me: You shut up.
Daryl: Shut up.
Me: You shut up.
Me: It says “entrepreneur” so I think it means he’s unemployed.
Daryl: YEP.
Daryl: So that’s it?
Me: Yeah, I said it was nothing bad though!
Daryl: Yeah well, when you say “emotional rollercoaster”, it doesn’t scream fun.
Daryl: Sometimes, I forget Kubi is a boy. Like, in my mind, he is an omnipotent, all-knowing entity that transcends physical existence.
Daryl: My grandma was in Florida during Hurricane Irma.
Sinyi: Did she have fun?
Daryl:
Me: …there was a hurricane.
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