- VERHEIDEN: You’re especially lively today.
- FORHEISER: Guess what.
- VERHEIDEN: Indulge me.
- FORHEISER: I’ve got planets.
- VERHEIDEN: Planets.
- FORHEISER: Yea, they’re, like, hanging on my living room.
- VERHEIDEN: Floating.
- FORHEISER: No, hanging, like, pinpointed right to the walls!
- VERHEIDEN: How so.
- FORHEISER: I was checking some stuff on Instagram, and this pop-up comes up with celestial dishes.
- VERHEIDEN: Sounds cheesy.
- FORHEISER: Not at all, a “diesel by seletti” thing, with, like, all the lil’ bits and stuff.
- VERHEIDEN: And you did not put food on them.
- FORHEISER: That’d be cheesy.
- VERHEIDEN: Indeed.
- FORHEISER: Right?
- VERHEIDEN: Which ones did you buy.
- FORHEISER: The Sun, Mars, Jupiter, Calypso, and Neptune.
- VERHEIDEN: Why not Mercury.
- FORHEISER: He’s too small.
- VERHEIDEN: “He”?
- FORHEISER: Yea, a nice fellow, but too bullied by the Sun.
- VERHEIDEN: Bullied.
- FORHEISER: Yea, the poor guy ended up in the wrong place.
- VERHEIDEN: In the wrong system.
- FORHEISER: The wrong habitat.
- VERHEIDEN: No atmosphere.
- FORHEISER: Not one bit.
- VERHEIDEN: No friends.
- FORHEISER: No love.
- VERHEIDEN: He must read Asimov.
- FORHEISER: Right?
- VERHEIDEN: A geek guy, pimply and scrubby.
- FORHEISER: Then the Sun beats up his ass.
- VERHEIDEN: You may have a point in there.
